On a stone kopje, Monkey sat. When it became light he could seethe whole affair, and descended hastily for the purpose of mockingJackal. He went and sat on the wall. "Ha,[ Wip: A Dutch word for springle, consisting of a bent greenstick, to which a noose is attached at one end; the trap isdelicately adjusted by a cross stick, which when trod on releases thebent bough, pulling the noose quickly around the animal and into theair.]ha, good morning. So there you are hanging now, eventuallycaught." "What? I caught? I am simply swinging for my pleasure; it isenjoyable." "You fibber. You are caught in the wip." "If you but realized how nice it was to swing and sway likethis, you wouldn't hesitate. Come, try it a little. You feel sohealthy and strong for the day, and you never tire afterwards." "No, I won't. You are caught."
After a while Jackal convinced Monkey. He sprang from the kraalwall, and freeing Jackal, adjusted the noose around his own body.Jackal quickly let go and began to laugh, as Monkey was now swinginghigh in the air. "Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "Now Monkey is in thewip." "Jackal, free me," he screamed. "There, Boer is coming," shouted Jackal. "Jackal, free me of this, or I'll break your playthings." "No, there Boer is coming with his gun; you rest a while inthe noose." "Jackal, quickly make me free." "No, here's Boer already, and he's got his gun. Goodmorning." And with these parting words he ran away as fast as hecould. Boer came and saw Monkey in the wip. "So, so, Monkey, now you are caught. You are the fellow whohas been stealing my lambs, hey? " "No, Boer, no," screamed Monkey, " not I, butJackal." "No, I know you; you aren't too good for that." "No, Boer, no, not I, but Jackal," Monkey stammered. "Oh, I know you. Just wait a little," and Boer, raising his gun, aimed and shot poor Monkey dead.