"That is where Mr. Lovat used to live," replied Piet; "things have changed much lately."
"A big place for a farmstead," observed Eloff. "This Mr. Lovat must be rich."
"He is said to be fairly wealthy," answered Piet. "He was a nobleman in his own country, so I have heard it said."
"And the house lower down the valley, to whom does that belong?" queried Eloff. "Take the glasses, Van Donnop, then you will see what I mean. Over there;" and the Boer pointed with his index finger in a certain direction.
"That is Jagger's Farm," said Piet, after a glance through the glasses. "No horses can be obtained there. The farm has not been occupied for years."
"We will march straight on the place, Van Donnop, rest a while, and then move on to—what is the name of the place, Piet?"
"The Kopje Farm," replied the young Dutchman. "Someone is driving a Cape cart towards Jagger's Farm, Eloff."
"Right you are, Van Donnop. Give me the glasses again," said Eloff.
Eloff peered through the instrument for a moment, after which he ordered half a dozen burghers to gallop rapidly towards Jagger's Farm, in order to intercept the solitary passenger in the Cape cart, while he and his remaining fellow-countrymen dismounted and awaited events.