I answered, “Certainly,” as I should have done had I been at the point of death, for I saw that he wished to be rid of me.

“The fact is, Allan,” he said awkwardly, “I am not inhospitable as you may think, especially towards one to whom I owe so much.  But you and my nephew, Hernan, do not seem to get on very well together, and, as you may guess, having just been almost beggared, I desire no unpleasantness with the only rich member of my family.”

I replied I was sure I did not wish to be the cause of any.  It seemed to me, however, that the Heer Pereira wished to make a mock of me and to bring it home to me what a poor creature I was compared to himself—­I a mere sick boy who was worth nothing.

“I know,” said Marais uneasily, “my nephew has been too fortunate in life, and is somewhat overbearing in his manner.  He does not remember that the battle is not always to the strong or the race to the swift, he who is young and rich and handsome, a spoiled child from the first.  I am sorry, but what I cannot help I must put up with.  If I cannot have my mealies cooked, I must eat them green.  Also, Allan, have you never heard that jealousy sometimes makes people rude and unjust?” and he looked at me meaningly.

I made no answer, for when one does not quite know what to say it is often best to remain silent, and he went on: 

“I am vexed to hear of this foolish shooting match which has been entered into without my knowledge or consent.  If he wins he will only laugh at you the more, and if you win he will be angry.”

“It was not my fault, mynheer,” I answered.  “He wanted to force me to sell the mare, which he had been riding without my leave, and kept bragging about his marksmanship.  So at last I grew cross and challenged him.”

“No wonder, Allan; I do not blame you.  Still, you are silly, for it will not matter to him if he loses his money; but that beautiful mare is your ewe-lamb, and I should be sorry to see you parted from a beast which has done us so good a turn.  Well, there it is; perhaps circumstances may yet put an end to this trial; I hope so.”

“I hope they won’t,” I answered stubbornly.

“I dare say you do, being sore as a galled horse just now.  But listen, Allan, and you, too, Predicant Quatermain; there are other and more important reasons than this petty squabble why I should be glad if you could go away for a while.  I must take counsel with my countrymen about certain secret matters which have to do with our welfare and future, and, of course they would not like it if all the while there were two Englishmen on the place, whom they might think were spies.”

“Say no more, Heer Marais,” broke in my father hotly; “still less should we like to be where we are not wanted or are looked upon with suspicion for the crime of being English.  By God’s blessing, my son has been able to do some service to you and yours, but now that is all finished and forgotten.  Let the cart you are so kind as to lend us be inspanned.  We will go at once.”