eady in his hand, making
the black's eyes sparkle with delight in the lamplight.

"Stop," said West sharply; "the poor fellow's losing his place, such as
it is, by helping us. I have our expenses money, and I shall give him a
sovereign."

"Well, he deserves it," said Ingleborough, as West pushed back his
companion's hand containing the silver coins with his left, and held out
the sovereign, which looked very bright and new in the yellow light shed
by the lantern.

A sudden change came over the Kaffir's face at once. Instead of the
grinning white teeth and twinkling eyes his lips were drawn tightly over
his teeth, and a scowl contracted his eyes.

"No, no, no," he cried, with child-like petulance, in the Boer-Dutch,
sadly mutilated. "No want one. Say five big shillings."

"What!" cried West. "Why, this is worth twice as much."

"No, no," cried the man angrily. "Want to cheat poor black Kaffir. No,
no; Olebo want to help white baas! White baas want cheat poor black
Zulu!"

"Poor old chap!" said Ingleborough, laughing merrily; "his education has
been sadly neglected. Here, Jack--Olebo, or whatever your name is--take
the sovereign, and you shall have the five two-shillings pieces as
well."

"Eh? No cheat Zulu boy?" cried the man doubtingly.

"No, all right; catch hold. There, now you can buy many blankets, and
may you never be tricked any worse!"

"Hah! Yes; buy lot, take home!" And the white teeth were shown again
as the coins were gripped fast, including the sovereign, which was held
up first to the light. "White shilling? No: yellow farden."

"All right; but take it to an honest man, my lad. Now then, untie those
reins."

The black turned to obey, but stopped short and stood staring away
through the open side of the shed for a few moments, with the light
shining full upon his face, showing his starting eyes, open mouth, and
dilated quivering nostrils.

"What's the matter? Can he hear a lion?" whispered West.

"Here, stop, stop!" cried Ingleborough. "Finish your job!--We've paid
him too well and too soon. He's off to run amok among the brandy and
blanket dealers."

For the black had darted outside, but in the gloom they saw him suddenly
throw himself down and lay one ear to the ground.

"Yes, he can hear a lion," grumbled Ingleborough; "but the ponies
haven't caught it yet."

He had hardly finished speaking before the Kaffir sprang up again and
dashed into the shed, where he reach