"Very well, then. And now you shall go."
He went before and stood at the side of the door while Kamis went forth, ready to bolt it at his back.
"Tell me," he said, as the Kafir stepped over the threshold. "Who are you?"
The other turned. "My name is Kamis," he replied.
"Kamis?" The Boer leaned forward, trying to peer at him. "You said—Kamis? You are the little Kafir that the General Lascelles took when—"
"Yes," said the Kafir.
The Boer did not answer at once. He hung in the doorway, staring.
"I saw them hang your father," he said at last, very slowly.
"Did you?" said Kamis. "Good night."
"Good night," replied the Boer when he was some paces distant and closed the door carefully.