o' dat biltong yust make his mouf run, an' he cahnt
wait. `Is dat de way you got yours?' ses he, sharp an' hairy.

"`Dat's de hull way,' ses Ou' Jackalse; `an' I's a laughin' yet to tink
on it--it's so easy.'

"Ou' Wolf he don't want to seem like he's too soft a-b'lievin', but de
biltong make him fair yammer for more. `Well,' ses he, `we'll see,' an'
off he sets to come round darie waggon.

"By'n'by he gets ahead, an' den he cuts into de road an' lies down, an'
makes yust de same as if he's dead.

"De waggon comes along, an' de man he see Ou' Wolf a-lyin' like dead in
de road. `Hello!' ses he, fair a-bristlin', `here's anoder on 'em, is
dere? On'y toder one was a yackalse. An' dis 'un's goin' to get
chucked into de waggon too, is he, an' steal anoder sack o' biltong as
well? But we'll yust see about dat, we will. Here's you!' ses he, an'
he fair yump right square on Ou' Wolf's ribses--wallop!

"`Wou-uk!' yells Ou' Wolf, an' he try to up an' run for it.

"`So, you're anoder, is you?' shouts de man, an' wallop he yumps on him
agen.

"`I didn't. Le' me go,' yells Ou' Wolf at dat.

"`Steal anoder sack, will you!' shouts de man, an'--wop!--he yumps on
him some more.

"But Ou' Wolf's yust about had enough. If he don't get out o' dat
immeejitly, if not sooner, den he's goin' to be deader dan he shammed a
minute since. 'Fore you can say knife! he yust scratched up an' away
an' light out for de oder side o' de sky line, wid de man a-peltin' him
wid a stone for every stride. `P'r'aps you'll come agen,' ses de man.

"When Ou' Wolf manage to crawl to de ridge he look back, an' he sees de
man a-whackin' de whip into his team an' shoutin' like he feels right
good an' sa'cy. `Allah Crachty! look-a'-dat now,' ses Ou' Wolf to
hisse'f, but he don't rub no spot 'cause he cahnt make up his mind which
is de sorest.

"Den he look along de ridge an' dere he see Ou' Jackalse, yust a-hoppin'
an' a-rollin' wid laughin'. Ou' Wolf he look an' Ou' Wolf he tink. But
Ou' Wolf he's still a-feelin' too, an he fair flop down an' say nothin'.
Dere wahnt anytin' else to say. But he shake his head: I tell you he
shake his head," ended Old Hendrik, shaking his own head with the word.

CHAPTER SIX.

OU' WOLF LAYS A TRAP.

The little girl was in a great way for a day or two at the immunity of
the rascal Jackal in his dealings with Old Wolf. "But, Ou' Ta',"
demanded she at last, "did Ou' Wolf _never_ pay off Ou' Jackalse f