But Kafirs have a dread of what they cannot see--a house, a tent, or a wagon, may always, they believe, contain some mysterious agency of evil, and hence, on Ormsby's instinctively clutching the pistol the Kafir dropped it in terror, which was increased by a movement of May's. The wily bushman, though, had no mind to throw the Kafir off his guard; the roar of the river proved that it was impassable; in the rear were the inhospitable plains of sand, the Kafir must ere this have exhausted such provision as he could have carried from Vanbloem's, and would therefore not go far; and, in a word, May resolved not to alarm the little camp until obliged to do so. The result was, that Zoonah traced his way to the thicket where the bushman had left a decoy, in the shape of scattered bread and meat, and an apparently empty bottle. "I watched that bush yesterday evening," said May, when explaining his devices to Frankfort; "for though I laughed at Master Ormsby, it's always right to be `primed and loaded.' Well, I watched that bush closely, because, whenever the birds lighted on it, they flew away and would not stop a minute. Some came there to roost in their nests--but no, off they went, came back again, and then away--`Ah!' says May, `some one _spenning_ (lurking, hiding) there, I know;' so I was glad to see Master Ormsby tie Marmion to his wagon, while we were hunting the porcupine, and I told old Piet to lie between that and the tent, where I made a good fire. This schelm little thought we went off so far; but I gave Fitje the long pistol ready loaded, and told her to fire it, if she was frightened--but she was not," added May quietly, "and lay down as soon as she heard the dogs coming home with us. I tied them up as soon as I had fed them, and so now, if the sir pleases, I'll reim the prisoner." "Reim the prisoner?" said Ormsby; "what does he mean?" "Tie him to the wagon wheel, master," answered May, "and keep him there, till we can get rid of him handsomely." Probably, May's ideas about getting handsomely rid of Zoonah were rather vague; at any rate, he had no idea of trusting him in the smallest degree, and he was greatly astonished when Frankfort observed, "Nay, nay, we won't bind him; he looks half-starved. "Poor wretch; we may make him earn his living by being useful--it is no business of ours if he chooses to leave Vanbloem, we cannot send him back--he is but a savage, and we must be kind to him." "Right, master," replied May, after grave consideration; "but he's a thief, as well as a liar, so take care." So saying, they left Zoonah in the leafy covert. May put no trust in Zoonah, and such was Fitje's dread of him, that she would not lie down to rest, unless her husband laid his gun beside him.