man a medicine to cure his child, who is sick, and he will be grateful
to me."

"How do you know that Swart Piet sent the man?" asked Jan.

She laughed and said: "Surely that was easy to guess; it is my business
to twine little threads into a rope."

Again he turned to go and again came back to speak to her.

"Sihamba," he said, "I have seen you talking to that man before. I
remember the scar upon his face."

"The scar upon his face you may remember," she answered, "but you have
not seen us talking together, for until this hour we never met."

"I can swear it," he said angrily. "I remember the straw hat, the shape
of the man's bundle, the line where the shadow fell upon his foot, and
the tic-bird that came and sat near you. I remember it all."

"Surely, Father of Swallow," Sihamba replied, eyeing him oddly, "you
talk of what you have just seen."

"No, no," he said, "I saw it years ago."

"Where?" she asked, staring at him.

He started and uttered some quick words. "I know now," he said. "I saw
it in your eyes the other day."