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No wonder they showed their heels in the best style they knew how; and so well did they show them, that Hendrik's quagga notwithstanding his keen desire to get forward among them, and explain away the awkward business upon his back was not able to come an inch closer. He did not lose ground, however.
"I have nothing more to say at present," said Arend, with a significant shake of the head, as much as to say that the subject was too plain to require discussion. "What should we do, Hans?" asked Groot Willem. "Start for home," was the ready answer. "I am now of Hendrik's opinion," continued the botanist.
Of course their trousers were of dressed sheep-skin, wide like the trousers of all young boers and they also wore jackets and "feldt-schoenen," and broad-brimmed white hats. Hans carried a light fowling-piece, while Hendrik's gun was a stout rifle of the kind known as a "yäger" an excellent gun for large game.
As the quaggas went off in the same direction which the eland had taken, of course Hendrik's road and theirs lay so far together; and on galloped he at their heels. He was curious to try the point much disputed in regard to horses how far a mounted quagga would be able to cope with an unmounted one.
"Here iss the captain now," rumbled Houten as Barry appeared. "In a leedle while we are reatty to leave, yes. If you can hoist oop Leyden's launch und make t'ings snug for sea, my boat und Hendrik's will be taken oop by der gunboat now oudside waiting for us." "Yes, Captain Barry," rejoined Vandersee, with his old suave smile, "and I owe you some explanation before we leave.
To this Hendrik agreed; and, after going southward about a mile from Van Ormon's house, they turned, rode circuitously around it, and then struck off for the north-east. They had no great hope of finding the object of their search, but it was necessary for them to do something; and, as Hendrik's surmise was not without some probability, they kept on.
The bull was not so cunning as he thought himself. Hendrik's eye was upon him; and in a moment the quagga was turned upon his track. Another burst carried both game and pursuer nearly a mile across the plain.
As the ox, whose struggles were nearly breaking its neck, had been gored by the borele and severely wounded, he saw it would be no use letting him live any longer, and without more ado he received his quietus from Hendrik's rifle. The giraffe was now released, and restored to its proper fastenings. By this time the others had caught up with most of the horses and cattle.
What is true, is true for everybody. But Hendrik's true is only true for Hendrik." "Especially true for Hendrik," Willow said. "So, it's a different kind of true," Patrick finished. "Different from science," Willow said, "but useful." "Useful . . . " Patrick thought. "Like Beethoven or Dylan true," she said. Patrick watched people on the sidewalk. "There's more," he said, after a moment.
Aft of the cabins is the motor-house; and hearing our voices through the skylight, chauffeur Hendrik left the brass-work and came to stand by his engine. I immediately determined to study this engine thoroughly, so that if Hendrik's intelligence prove untrustworthy in an emergency, mine may be prepared to assist it.
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