Reaching our camp I found Hans awake and watching for me.
"I was just coming to look for you, Baas," he said. "Indeed I shouldhave done so before, only I knew that you had gone to pay a visit tothat tall white 'Missis' who ties up her head in a blanket, and thoughtthat neither of you would like to be disturbed."
"Then you thought wrong," I answered, "and what is more, if you had madethat visit I think it might have been one from which you would neverhave come back."
"Oh yes, Baas," sniggered Hans. "The tall white lady would not haveminded. It is you who are so particular, after the fashion of men whomHeaven made very shy."
Without deigning to reply to the gibes of Hans I went to lie down,wondering what kind of a bed poor Robertson occupied that night, andsoon fell asleep, as fortunately for myself I have the power to do,whatever my circumstances at the moment. Men who can sleep are those whodo the work of the world and succeed, though personally I have had moreof the work than of the success.