They snatched a few hours’ needful sleep, and were roused before daybreak by Klaas, whom they had left seated by the fire.
“Ah!” said Webster, as his eye fell upon the Kaffir, “I confess I expected he would have slipped off in the night, and his presence here is hopeful.”
“A Gaika, like us, is a stranger in this country. We have talked to him in his language, and he will stick to us like a burr. We must leave the waggon to its own fate, I suppose?”
“Ay, I could not stay behind. Nor could you.”
“We must trust the Kaffir, then. Klaas!”
“Baas!”
“Bring the oxen near the waggon, and keep watch while we follow the cart.”