"My Kaffir sleeps with the horses.

My vrouw and I sleep in the other room." "Then as soon as we can we should like to turn this dining-room into our bedroom," said Ingleborough.
"But we'll look at our ponies first." The Boer grunted and proceeded to refill his pipe, while the two young men went out and across to the rough shelter, where they found their ponies looking evidently the better for a good feed, and the Kaffir grinning and ready to pat their plumped-out figures, the ponies taking the touch of his hand as a friendly caress.
"Eat a big lot," said the Kaffir, in the Boer tongue.

"Ah, like this," and he held a native basket for their inspection, at the bottom of which was a specimen of the corn with which the ponies had been fed.
"That's right, Jack! Capital; hard as shot! There's another shilling for you!" The Kaffir grinned again with delight as he took the money.
"Good baas!" he said.

"Two good baas! Baas want boy, Jack come 'long with you!" "Not this time, my lad!" "Very glad to come 'long with good baas!" said the man, in a disappointed tone of voice.
"No, we can't take you, my lad," said West, patting the big fellow on the shoulder.

"Have the ponies saddled at daylight.