"Baas," said Jantje to John, as they were driving homewards, "Baas Frankshot at you."
"How do you know that?" asked John.
"I saw him. He was stalking the wounded bull, and not looking for a calfat all. There was no calf. He was just going to fire at the wounded bullwhen he turned and saw you, and he knelt down on one knee and coveredyou, and before I could do anything he fired, and then when he saw thathe had missed you he fired again, and I don't know how it was that hedid not kill you, for he is a wonderful shot with a rifle--he nevermisses."
"I will have the man tried for attempted murder," said John, bringingthe butt-end of his rifle down with a bang on to the bottom of the cart."A villain like that shall not go scot-free."
Jantje grinned. "It is no use, Baas. He would get off, for I am theonly witness. A jury won't believe a black man in this country, and theywould never punish a Boer for shooting at an Englishman. No, Baas! youshould lie up one day in the veldt where he is going to pass and shoot_him_. That is what I would do if I dared."
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