May took the proffered key, from which a shrill whistle ere he went in search of which, however, he put less faith tha Fitje's _coctions_ of herbs, which she had prepare as soon as she, good-hearted little that the young Kafir had been wounded tile. Plenty of healing roots and herb the spot--for God often plants the ai snakes most abound--and very soon t and his wife were at their task of huma ing Zoonah's wound; May, while i bestowing on his patient a variety of ep Hottentot, Dutch, English, and Kafir la. The savage understood the reality though it was not in his nature to trac or respond to its sympathies by gratitude gloom was on his countenance at having thus, like a wild beast, in the hunters submitted to the surgery; and, the t dressed, raised himself against the tru and stared from one to the other of the him. "May," said Ormsby, who held a hand, "what has made the rascal follow him." Zoonah, who understood English, knew, cast his eyes upon the turf, and bushman's translation of the question. After duly considering the answer h and accepting the cigar, he answered in language-- "Zoonah is the white man's dog, they journey in the same path." To which assertion May added in "lies." _Problem ends here_. "Ask him," said Frankfort, "why he followed stealthily." "Because I was alone, and thought the Hottentots would kill me," said Zoonah. "He lies," added May. "Where are you going?" "To my people--I left my heart in the bush,"--meaning his wife. "Why did you leave Vanbloem?" "He sent me away." "Why did you try to steal arms from the master's wagon?" "I do not understand you." Zoonah's stolid air convinced Frankfort, too, that it was of no use to question him. It was evident that May was right--he was a spy on his way to his own chief's kraal, and, as the bushman observed, it was useless to waste words upon a liar. "He's born liar--he'll die liar; he's born blackguard, and he'll die blackguard." And, with this last truly English vituperative, May left the thicket, and went to prepare his master's breakfast. He had tied up the dogs and kept watch himself all night, lying in the long grass between Frankfort's tent and Ormsby's wagon, and had seen Zoonah, just as the moon was waning, winding himself along in snake fashion, till he reached the young officer's sleeping-place, in which he was wont to spend part of the day, reading and smoking, with "pistol, sword, and carbine," slung above him. Doubtless, Zoonah had long had his attention fixed on these particular objects, and allowing the cavalcade to pass the open plains, had come up with it as soon as it was fairly bivouacked in the embowered nook selected by May. Here he awaited his opportunity to plunder.