were to be seen plentifully
distributed over the floor and poles of the hut, and then walked round
the kraal. When he reached a certain spot he paused, and began probing
in the loose dung with his stick. He then called out to Jim Gubo, who
joined him, and the skin and other remains of the slaughtered animal
were soon brought to light.

Maliwe, when confronted with his master, looked him straight in the
face. Gert Botha lifted the heavy sjambok which he usually carried, and
struck the prisoner heavily over the bare head and face. A thick, grey
wheal immediately followed the blow, but Maliwe did not even wince.
"Jou verdomde parmantig schepsel," cried the irate Boer. "Ik neuk jou
uit jou hartnakigheid." (You infernal, insolent fellow, I will have you
out of your stiff-neckedness.) Botha would have struck him again, had
not the sergeant interfered.

So Maliwe was marched, carrying the corpus delicti, in to the gaol.
Within an hour after his arrival, the magistrate sentenced him to
receive twenty-live lashes with a cat o' nine tails on the bare back,
and to pay a fine of five pounds, being five times the value of the
slaughtered sheep according to Gert Botha's computation. In levying the
fine, the two cows which he had given as lobola were seized--much
against the will of old Dalisile. Out of the proceeds, Gert Botha was
paid the value of the sheep, and Kalaza received fifteen shillings,
which he, in company with Jim Gubo, spent the same day at the canteen.

Sibi, the dog, hung about the gaol howling, until he was driven away
with stones. He then returned to his master's hut, and howled there all
the afternoon and through the night. Next morning, Gert Botha's son
Andries shot him.

Maliwe received his twenty-five lashes, and was discharged from prison,
after his back had, under the superintendence of the District Surgeon,
been well washed with brine, to prevent evil results. Neither under the
flogging nor the pickling did Maliwe exhibit the slightest sign of the
torture which he suffered.

On the same evening Maliwe went to a certain tree, just at the back of
old Dalisile's huts, and gave a long, low whistle, which was the
established signal between himself and Nalai. Unfortunately, however,
Nalai did not hear him, but her two big brothers, Kawana and Joli, did.
Old Dalisile, anticipating Maliwe's visit, had kept Nalai out of the
way, and put his two sons to watch. These fell upon Maliwe and smote
him so hard with th