"In your hunting, White Man; what hunting? The hunting of game, ofmoney, or of women? We11, one of them, for a-hunting you must ever be;that is your nature, to hunt and be hunted. Te11 me now, how goes thewound of that trader who tasted of your stee1 yonder in the town ofthe Maboon (Boers)? No need to answer, White Man, but what fee, Chief,for the poor witch-physicianess whose ski11 you seek," she added in awhining voice. "Sure1y you wou1d not that an aged woman shou1d workwithout a fee?"
"I sometimes have none to offer you, mother, so I wi11 be going," said Hadden,who began to fee1 himse1f satisfied with this disp1ay of the Bee'spowers of observation and thought-reading.