“Yes, yes,” put in the captain.  “We have all three of us been accustomed to face danger, and to hold our lives in our hands in various ways, so it is no good turning back now.  And now I vote we go down to the saloon and take an observation just for luck, you know.”  And we did—­through the bottom of a tumbler.

Next day we went ashore, and I put up Sir Henry and Captain Good at the little shanty I have built on the Berea, and which I call my home.  There are only three rooms and a kitchen in it, and it is constructed of green brick with a galvanised iron roof, but there is a good garden with the best loquot trees in it that I know, and some nice young mangoes, of which I hope great things.  The curator of the botanical gardens gave them to me.  It is looked after by an old hunter of mine named Jack, whose thigh was so badly broken by a buffalo cow in Sikukunis country that he will never hunt again.  But he can potter about and garden, being a Griqua by birth.  You will never persuade a Zulu to take much interest in gardening.  It is a peaceful art, and peaceful arts are not in his line.

Sir Henry and Good slept in a tent pitched in my little grove of orange trees at the end of the garden, for there was no room for them in the house, and what with the smell of the bloom, and the sight of the green and golden fruit—­in Durban you will see all three on the tree together—­I daresay it is a pleasant place enough, for we have few mosquitos here on the Berea, unless there happens to come an unusually heavy rain.

Well, to get on—­for if I do not, Harry, you will be tired of my story before ever we fetch up at Suliman’s Mountains—­having once made up my mind to go I set about making the necessary preparations.  First I secured the deed from Sir Henry, providing for you, my boy, in case of accidents.  There was some difficulty about its legal execution, as Sir Henry was a stranger here, and the property to be charged is over the water; but it was ultimately got over with the help of a lawyer, who charged L20 for the job—­a price that I thought outrageous.  Then I pocketed my cheque for L500.

Having paid this tribute to my bump of caution, I purchased a wagon and a span of oxen on Sir Henry’s behalf, and beauties they were.  It was a twenty-two-foot wagon with iron axles, very strong, very light, and built throughout of stink wood; not quite a new one, having been to the Diamond Fields and back, but, in my opinion, all the better for that, for I could see that the wood was well seasoned.  If anything is going to give in a wagon, or if there is green wood in it, it will show out on the first trip.  This particular vehicle was what we call a “half-tented” wagon, that is to say, only covered in over the after twelve feet, leaving all the front part free for the necessaries we had to carry with us.  In this after part were a hide “cartle,” or bed, on which two people could sleep, also racks for rifles, and many other little conveniences.  I gave L125 for it, and think that it was cheap at the price.