"Baas," replied the Bushman, "I would not take two wagons, if you can help it. It is a hard trek, and we have to cross a piece of _doorst-land_ [thirst-land], which takes more than a week to get through: two days’ and two nights’ trek, then water, but not much; then two days and a night without water; then a water-pit; and then three days’ and three nights’ thirst. It will be hard to get across this with one wagon; much harder with two. If I were the baas, I would take the one wagon only and some spare oxen. We may lose some beasts on the trek from lions, or thirst, or hard work; and it will be safer." "I’m glad you told me of this, Poeskop," said Mr. Blakeney. "You are quite right; we will take one wagon only. I can buy a small tent in the town; that will do for the young baases to sleep in, and I can have my _kartel_ [bed-frame] to myself in the wagon. In the daytime the tent can be lashed along the buck-rail." They discussed many other points connected with the trek, concerning all of which the little Bushman gave them copious information. Suddenly, as he glanced down the sandy street, his countenance changed; he trembled; fear unmistakably seized him. "Baas," he said, in a hoarse voice, "there comes Karl Engelbrecht; I am afraid!" "Who is Karl Engelbrecht?" asked Guy; "and why are you afraid?" "He is the Trek Boer in whose service I used to be," returned the Bushman. "He beat me often with his sjambok, and treated me cruelly; and so I ran away. But I fear him still. He is a bad man--_schelm_!" "You need have no fear, Poeskop," said Mr. Blakeney; "I will look after you. Put on a bold face, and stick to me; I’ll see that your friend Engelbrecht plays no tricks upon you. Remember that you are in my service, and that we are in Portuguese and not Boer country."