“I hardly remember, Swart,” answered Willem. “Some thing about his going after giraffes and getting the reward instead of ourselves. Why do you ask?”
“But did they gone nort same as we been a doin’?”
“Yes, so the boer told us.”
“How long was dat ago?”
“Seven months, I think he said.”
“Why for you no tell me afore?”
This question Willem did not think worth answering, and Swartboy for a few minutes was left to his thoughts.
Presently he recommenced the conversation. “Baas Willem,” said he. “I think we bess stop, and talk a bit. Congo no fool, but Swartboy. Swartboy a fool, and no mistake ’bout dat.”
“Well, what has that to do with our stopping for a talk?” asked Willem.
“The boer’s bruder, he come back from the nort without catch any giraffe,” replied the Bushman. “I tink he got some now.”