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"The jackass in Goroko, you mean," I interrupted. "How can you, who are a Christian, talk such rubbish about spirits? I only wish that my father could hear you." "Oh! Baas, your reverend father, the Predikant, is now wise enough to know all about Spirits and that there are some who come into black witch-doctors though they turn up their noses at white men and leave them alone.

Then, resting the gun against the stone, the old fellow knelt down by my side and, throwing his arms around me, began to blubber over me, exclaiming: "Just in time, Baas! Only just in time, for as usual Hans made a mess of things and judged badly I'll tell you afterwards. Still, just in time, thanks be to your reverend father, the Predikant.

And now when the white devil comes you can shoot him in the eye, as you how to do up to a hundred yards, and send him to the other devils down in hell. Oh! won't your holy father the Predikant be glad to see him there." Then with a self-satisfied smirk he half-cocked the rifle and handed it to me ready for action.

Doubtless that old Predikant came to kill her when he saw that the battle was lost, but the bride-women killed him with their knives." Here I may state that Hans' suppositions proved to be quite correct, which shows how quick and deductive was his mind.

But the other did not go back. No, he sat down on the ground and glowered at Baas Red-Beard upon the stone. More, he struck him on the face to make him quiet. "So I wriggled up behind the Predikant as he sat glowering over Red-Beard, and stuck my knife into his back where I thought it would kill him at once.

"The Great Medicine, Baas," he began sententiously, "or perhaps your reverend father, the Predikant " Here he paused and pointed doubtfully with the bowl of the pipe towards the fold in the ground, adding, "Here it is, but I think it must be your reverend father, not the Great Medicine, yes, the Predikant himself, returned from Heaven, the Place of Fires!"

I could not answer this riddle, so instead I gave him some water which he asked for, and he continued: "Baas, have you any messages for the two Shining ones, for her whose name is holy and her sister, and for the child of her whose name is holy, the Missie Marie, and for your reverend father, the Predikant? If so, tell it quickly before my head grows too empty to hold the words."

"Yes, Baas," said Hans, "I will look after 'Sad-Eyes'" for so with their usual quickness of observation our Zulus had named Inez "as though she were my grandmother, though what there is to fear for her, I do not know. But, Baas, I would much rather come and look after you, as your reverend father, the Predikant, told me to do always, which is my duty, not girl-herding, Baas.

'Ja, Cornelis, said Peter. There can't be much difficulty about the beginning. But once we're among the beer-swillers I don't quite see our line. We're to find out about something that's going on in Turkey? When I was a boy the predikant used to preach about Turkey. I wish I was better educated and remembered whereabouts in the map it was.

"Baas," he said in a hollow voice, "there you are, here I am, and there is the fire which never goes out, a very good fire. But, Baas, why are we not inside of it as your father the Predikant promised, instead of outside here in the cold?" "Because you are still in the world, you old fool, and not where you deserve to be," I answered.