"Buy four blankets." "Ah!" cried the delighted black, snatching out his own treasured coins, the gold in one hand, the silver in the other.

"Buy four blankets for Olebo wife," he cried, holding forward the silver.

Then putting it behind him he held out the sovereign: "Buy four blankets for Olebo." "Now we've got it," cried West, laughing, and watching the way in which the black hid his cash away.

"I say," he continued, to his companion, speaking in English, "where does he put that money to keep it safe ?" "I dunno," said Ingleborough.

"It seems to come natural to these Kaffirs to hide away their treasures cunningly.