After taking a survey of his fastenings, to see that there was no danger of their coming undone, his cruel captors made him a mocking salute; and, bidding him “good bye,” strode off towards their camp.
Chapter Seventy One.
A Fight by Firelight.
Anxiously did Groot Willem wait for the next morning and the promised visit from Congo.
But the morning came and passed without any Congo, Willem became impatient, and could not content himself any longer in the camp.
“This will not do,” he exclaimed, as he saw that the sun was again going down in the sky. “We must not remain here. Perhaps Congo cannot come. Of course he cannot, or he would have been here before now. We must look for him, but it will not do for all of us to go together. Hendrik, will you come with me?”
Hendrik readily responded to the invitation. The two mounted their horses and rode off towards the residence of Van Ormon.
From the behaviour of Congo when Willem had last seen him, the latter was quite certain that his visits at the kraal were not desired. The Kaffir probably supposed that they might interfere with his plans, by bringing suspicion upon himself.