“Did he ever say to you ‘My catchum lion ’live’?”

“By gum! You know him? Jim: Jim Makokel’!”

“Indeed I do. Good old Jim!”

Years afterwards Jim was still a driver, working when necessary, fighting when possible, and enjoying intervals of lordly ease at his kraal where the wives and cattle stayed and prospered.

Chapter Twenty Seven.

His Duty.

And Jock?