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Updated: May 24, 2025
He now regretted that he had not revealed his suspicions at the last interview with his young master. This might have saved the hunters from their loss and himself from the fate that now threatened him. It was too late. He had acted for the best, but acted wrongly. In the afternoon Van Ormon's brother came riding back to the camp.
To make sure of this, one of the three men Van Ormon's brother it was proposed going back to the house, there, if possible, to ascertain how the case stood. To this the other two readily consented; and, mounting his horse, he rode off for the kraal of his kinsman.
I don't like the thing, now that I've cooled down." Bad as the ruffians were, none of them liked to commit a murder in cold blood. They had determined that Congo must die, yet none of them wished to act as the executioner. After a good deal of discussion and some wrangling, a bright idea flashed across the brain of Van Ormon's brother.
"Dat plack villen you call Congo," said he, "goed away last night. We thought he vash mit you. When you fints him again take him to der tuyfel, if you likes, and keep him dare." "Do you think he has gone away from this place?" asked Willem of Hendrik, as they rode out from Van Ormon's enclosures. "Yes," answered Hendrik; "I see no reason to doubt it."
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.
If not one of the thieves themselves, he looks to me very like a messenger going to them from Van Ormon's. From the behaviour of the boer, I'm now convinced that our giraffes have been stolen, and Van Ormon himself is the thief." Riding in among some trees, they dismounted, and, securing their horses in the cover, watched the man who was approaching from the plain.
But before he could touch his trigger, Willem's roer delivered its loud report, and the thief fell forward on to the fire. Van Ormon's brother, not heeding the fate of his companion, made some show of resistance; but this was instantly ended by a blow from the butt of Groot Willem's gun, which he now held clenched in his hand.
Contrary to his expectations, there appeared to be but one man in charge of them; and that, neither of the two he had seen the evening before at Van Ormon's. The men he had been tracking must have visited the camp and gone off again. Their absence was but of little consequence. The giraffes were there, and that was all he wanted.
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