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"Let us wait half an hour, and then you must go." Accordingly they sat in silence. In silence they sat facing each other and their own thoughts. Presently Jantje broke it by drawing the big white-handled knife and commencing to sharpen it on a piece of leather. The sight made Jess feel sick. "Put the knife up," she said quickly, "it is sharp enough."
Before him, a very picture of drunken fury, his lips drawn up like a snarling dog's, so that the two lines of white teeth gleamed like polished ivory in the sunlight, his small eyes all shot with blood and his face working convulsively, was the Hottentot Jantje. Nor was this all.
If anybody beats Jantje, Jantje cuts a notch upon the stick, and every night before he goes to sleep he looks at it and says, 'One day you will strike that man twice who struck you once, and so on, Baas. Look, what a line of them there are, Baas. One day I shall pay them all back again, Baas Frank." Muller abruptly dropped the stick, and followed John towards the house.
Only she must keep out of the way at the last. She could not bear to be near then. "Well," she said, "I will go with you, Jantje." "Good, missie, that is all right now. You can keep off the ghost of the dead Englishwoman while I kill Baas Frank. But first he must be fast asleep. Fast, fast asleep." Then slowly and with the uttermost caution once more they crept down the hill.
Was it you, Jantje?" "Yes, baas," responded the dutiful black, bobbing up and down on his master's spare horse. "Give him twenty with the sjambok." "Right!" Jantje and his master turned out of the road, and soon the unmistakable thwack! thwack! of the sjambok could be heard, mingled with subdued ejaculations in Kafir and Dutch.
The sides of the chamber were festooned with every imaginable garment, from the white full-dress coat of an Austrian officer down to a shocking pair of corduroys "lifted' by Jantje from the body of a bushman, which he had discovered in his rambles. All these clothes were in various stages of decay, and obviously the result of years of patient collecting.
If a look could have blasted a human being Jantje would assuredly have been blasted then. The man's cowardice maddened Jess, but whilst she still choked with wrath a duiker buck, which had come down from its stony home to feed upon the rose-bushes, suddenly sprang with a crash almost from their feet, passing away like a grey gleam into the utter darkness.
At any rate it was absolutely necessary that she should know what was happening. She might as well be a hundred miles away as a hundred yards. "Jantje," she said, "tell me where the Boers are." "Some are in the waggon-house, missie, some are on sentry, and the rest are down by the waggon they brought with them and outspanned behind the gums there.
By the stable door she found the Hottentot Jantje, shrieking, cursing and twisting round and round, his hand pressed to his side, from which the blood was running. "What is it?" she asked. "Baas Frank!" he answered "Baas Frank hit me with his whip!" "The brute!" said Bessie, the tears starting to her eyes with anger.
Jantje obeyed with a feeble grin, and the minutes passed on heavily. "Now, Jantje," she said at last, speaking huskily in her struggle to overcome the spasmodic contractions of her throat, "it is time for you to go." The Hottentot fidgeted about, and at last spoke. "Missie must come with me!" "Come with you!" answered Jess starting, "why?"
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