"I have my hopes, my lad. But when yer gets older you'll get more faith. Why, man, an' I yeared that snake move off. It give a sort o' friendly hiss as it slid away thro' the grass, an' it cracked its tail in sport like a whip. The oxen yeared it, too, and they moved off 'thout waitin' for my call. I tell you there's a heap o' goodness among animiles an' reptiles, tho' this is the fust time I 'xperienced the thoughtfulness o' a snake. It jes' snapped its tail--ker--rack--as it moved off." When the old man prepared himself for sleep I saw the lash off my whip projecting from the mouth of his skin bag. CHAPTER FIVE. THE SPOOK OF THE HARE. The next day was hot and drowsy, and old man Pike simply lazed around, with his smasher hat tilted over his eyes and his hands in his pockets. He could not, however, be tempted to roam any distance from the house, and he showed not the slightest curiosity about that fiend of a black tiger, which in the night had killed a goat belonging to one of the "boys." The kill was made out of sheer lust of blood, for he had eaten nothing, the body being untouched, except for the festering marks about the throat I had the carcase brought up for Abe's inspection, since he would not walk down to the kraal, and he held an inquest upon it, sitting on an upturned "vatje," or small water barrel. "That goat," he drawled, "were killed!" "There seems proof of it," I said mildly. "Yes, killed by a ole tiger." "Why old?" "Well, you see, this yer goat died o' a broken shoulder an' shock-- mostly shock. The tiger just patted the shoulder in his spring with the open paw. I see there are four scratches, an' the hook of the dew claw over here, a span away from the fore claws. The middle an' end scratch is shaller. Why? Cas the claws a been worn down. Now take these yer wounds in the throat. These two deep holes here's where his fangs went in, but on the top side there's jest the marks o' his small teeth. The upper fangs is missing or worn down. Consekently, 'tis a ole tiger." "And you will catch the old tiger?" "Not me! Bein' ole, he's cunnin', an' bein' black, he's naturelly fierce; and bein' ole an' black he's more'n a match fer me. See that big blue fly? I swear there warn't a blue fly around here ten minutes ago, an' now there's a whole cloud o' 'em followin' the track, an' buzzin' like a telegraph wire! Little things is like big 'uns. That there fly is like the first aasvogel sailin' away from the limits o' the sky on the taint of a dead ox, an' behind him a whole string o' vultures, with their wings outstretched like the sails of a ship, an' ther bald heads bent down to spot the dead heap of corruption miles away below." I bade the Kaffir take away the dead goat which formed the principal dish at the feast that night and, getting my double-barrelled gun, whistled up the dogs, and went off on the spoor of the tiger, leaving Abe listlessly whittling at a stick.