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Updated: June 10, 2025
Englishmen always get sore when they try to ride." Then with startling energy she shouted out: "Sit!" "I will show the rooibaatje that he is not the only one with a voice," she added by way of explanation. A subdued sniggle followed this sally of wit, during which John took his seat with such native grace as he could command, which at the moment was not much.
She loves that rooibaatje; I know it; and I will kiss her over his dead body. Ah! there are the carts. I don't see the Captain. Driven home, I suppose, on account of the shock to his nerves. Well, I must talk to those fools. Lord, what fools they are with their chatter about the 'land, and the 'verdomde Britische Gouvernment. They don't know what is good for them.
"I have pleaded my suit and I have got my answer," replied the Boer with passion. "Don't you understand, she will have nothing to say to me? She is in love with that damned rooibaatje Niel whom you have brought up here. She is in love with him, I say, and will not look at me." "Ah," replied Silas Croft calmly, "is it so?
"You are not kind," she said in a low voice, turning her back upon him. In another moment he was gone, and Frank Muller had arrived. "How do you do, Miss Bessie?" he said, jumping from his horse with the rapidity of a man who had been accustomed to rough riding all his life. "Where is the rooibaatje off to?" "Captain Niel is going out shooting," she said coldly.
"I really am much obliged to you, my aunt," said John, utterly astonished to find that she possessed a heart at all, and more or less had been playing a part throughout the evening. "Oh, as to that," she said drily, "it would be a great pity to kill the last English rooibaatje in the whole British army; they ought to keep you as a curiosity.
Fallen indeed would that Boer have been considered who, within a few days of Majuba, offered to shake hands with a wretched English rooibaatje, picked up like a lame buck on the veldt. At the least he would have kept the ceremony for private celebration, if only out of respect to the feelings of others. On this occasion John's entry was received in icy silence.
He had twice appealed to the old woman, but she sat in her big chair with a sweet smile upon her fat face and refused to interfere. It is not every day that a Boer frau has the chance of seeing a real live English rooibaatje baited like an ant-bear on the flat.
This provoked another snigger, and then the young ladies took up the ball. "Are you hungry, rooibaatje?" asked one in English. John was boiling with fury, but he was also starving, so he answered that he was. "Tie his hands behind him, and let us see if he can catch in his mouth, like a dog," suggested a gentle youth. "No, no; make him eat pap with a wooden spoon, like a Kafir," said another.
You black-skinned, black-hearted, lying son of Satan!" roared the great Boer, his very beard curling with fury. "Is that the way you talk to your masters? Out of the light, rooibaatje" this was to John "and I will cut his tongue out of him. I'll show him how we deal with a yellow liar;" and without further ado he made a rush for the Hottentot.
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