For the black had followed, stood watching, and studied with great enjoyment the appearance of one of his white masters wearing the natural garb which he himself generally affected.
There were neither crocodiles, alligators, nor serpents in the water now, so far as Nic's fancy was concerned.

After the first plunge his whole nature had awakened to a sense of vigorous vitality.

The sharp touch of the electric water sent thrill after thrill of energy through him, and he swam half across the river-hole, and turned back feeling as active as an eel.
"Here, who's to get out and dress with that fellow staring at me ?" thought Nic, as he neared the black.

"I shall have to stop in till he goes.

Hi! you, sir! Be off!" The black's grin ceased, and he turned and fled, while Nic sprang out, had a vigorous rub, began to glow, and then dressed, to run back to the waggon as hard as he could go, finishing off his head the while.
Five minutes after his short hair had obeyed the comb, he made for the fire, where a pleasant odour saluted his nostrils, and he felt that he must have made a mistake or been deceived.
But no: it was a fact.