“Certainly,” said Captain Hood; “we do not proceed in the same way.”
“Mine is perhaps the best,” said the purveyor. “If you were to consult the animals themselves —”
“But I have no intention of consulting them,” replied the captain.
Mathias van Guitt and Captain Hood would have some trouble in getting on together, most decidedly. “Now when the animals are caught in the trap,” I asked, “what do you do next?”
“A rolling cage is brought close to the trap,” replied Van Guitt, “the prisoners run into it of their own accord, and then all I have to do is to convey them to the kraal, drawn at a slow and steady pace by my domestic buffaloes.”
Scarcely were these words uttered when cries arose outside. Captain Hood and I immediately hastened out of the building. What had happened?
A whip-snake
