Don't let anything happen to you, he said. He had an address, his last contact with the brotherhood and he took thetramcar from the main railway station along the Braamfontein ridge andwatched the street numbers as they passed. They will never recognize me, he said aloud. Here there was another white man in charge.
There was an open hole in the deckand through it he could see the rushing blur of the stone embankmentbelow the coach. He is of the hardBoers like those of old, the ones that slaughtered our people at Bloodriver and shattered the power of the great chiefs. Once or twice he saw figures lurking in the alleys, or watching from theupper windows of the undamaged buildings, but nobody attempted to stophim or attack him. Blaine tightened his grip on her arm to steady her as she swayed on herfeet.
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