There, now you can buy many blankets, and may you never be tricked any worse!" "Hah! Yes; buy lot, take home!" And the white teeth were shown again as the coins were gripped fast, including the sovereign, which was held up first to the light.

"White shilling?
No: yellow farden." "All right; but take it to an honest man, my lad.

Now then, untie those reins." The black turned to obey, but stopped short and stood staring away through the open side of the shed for a few moments, with the light shining full upon his face, showing his starting eyes, open mouth, and dilated quivering nostrils.
"What's the matter?
Can he hear a lion ?" whispered West.
"Here, stop, stop!" cried Ingleborough.

"Finish your job!--We've paid him too well and too soon.

He's off to run amok among the brandy and blanket dealers." For the black had darted outside, but in the gloom they saw him suddenly throw himself down and lay one ear to the ground.
"Yes, he can hear a lion," grumbled Ingleborough; "but the ponies haven't caught it yet." He had hardly finished speaking before the Kaffir sprang up again and dashed into the shed, where he reached up and dragged something from the rafters which proved to be an elephant-hide shield with three assegais secured to the hand-hold inside.
"Baas hold this!" he said excitedly.