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"You will keep guard over the prisoner," indicating Silas Croft, "and suffer none to communicate with him by word or sign. As soon as it is is ready you will place him in the little room to the left of the waggon-house, and see that he is supplied with all he wants. If he escapes or converses, or is ill treated, I will hold you responsible. Do you understand?" "Yah, Meinheer," was the answer.
"I don't like giving passes," answered the General with some irritation. "You know what it means, letting out messengers. I wonder you ask me." "It is a small favour, Meinheer, and I do not think that it will matter. Pretoria will not be besieged much longer; I am under an obligation to the people." "Well, well, as you like; but if any harm comes of it, you will be held responsible.
I trust she offered no foolish resistance?" "Resist! mein Gott," said the captain, "she did resist like a troop of horse she did cry, you might hear her at Whitehaven she did go up the rigging like a cat up a chimney; but dat vas ein trick of her old trade." "What trade do you mean?" said Peveril. "Oh," said the seaman, "I vas know more about her than you, Meinheer.
You will see about the sending in of those prisoners;" and he knocked out his pipe and rose. "By the way, Meinheer," said Muller, suddenly adopting a tone of respect, "I have a favour to ask." "What is it, nephew?" "I want a pass for two friends of mine English people in Pretoria to go down to their relations in Wakkerstroom district. They sent a message to me by Hans Coetzee."
My father had asked Christina in marriage, and had obtained both her own consent and that of Wilfred; after this, a conversation took place, which was, as nearly as I can recollect, as follows. "`You may take my child, Meinheer Krantz, and my blessing with her, and I shall then leave you and seek some other habitation it matters little where. "`Why not remain here, Wilfred?
"Oh, yes, Meinheer!" said John, delighted at the prospect of some shooting. "Ah, I thought so. All you English are sportsmen, though you don't know how to kill buck.
When a man writes such a letter as that to the representative of the English Queen he needn't mind his spelling; it will be swallowed with the rest," and he leaned back in his chair and laughed softly. "Now, Meinheer Coetzee, what is it? Ah, I know; the prisoners. Well, what did you do?" Hans told his story, and was rambling on when the General cut him short. "So, cousin, so!
"He lies, the black hound," he said, "and I'll put a bullet through him if he says it again! What should I know about him, or he about me? Can I keep count of every miserable man-monkey I meet?" and he muttered a string of Dutch oaths into his long beard. "Really, Meinheer!" said Bessie. "Why do you always call me 'Meinheer'?" he asked, turning so fiercely on her that she started back a step.
"Der deyvil! hanged?" "Ay, hanged, meinheer Captain. The devil can scarce save Dirk Hatteraick from being hanged for a murderer and kidnapper, if the younker of Ellangowan should settle in this country, and if the gallant Captain chances to be caught here re-establishing his fair trade!
Then he lay down and slept for some hours. At the first gleam of dawn he was on his feet again, and made his way to a farmhouse which exactly agreed with the description that had been given him. He knocked at the door, and it was presently opened by a man in his shirt-sleeves. “Are you Meinheer Johan Van Duyk?” he asked. “I am,” the man said. “Who are you?”
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