parrot； two rooms away。 As a result； she left me feeling that the apology really ought to come from me。〃
〃Is that the way of the race？〃 Weldon queried； as he set down his empty cup。 〃If so； you make me tremble。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because； without in the least intending it； I have accumulated a boy。〃
She looked up suddenly。
〃How do you mean？〃
〃I don't know how。 It apparently did itself。 It was the day before we went out to be fired at； and he said his name was Kruger Roberts； and I fed him some empty jam tins。〃
〃A huge black boy with bristly hair？〃 she interpolated。
〃Yes； and a mouth so large that one wonders how his face can hold it all。〃
She sat up alertly； resting her folded arms on the edge of the table。
〃This becomes interesting。 Kruger Roberts is Syb's avowed and lawful lover。〃
Weldon laughed。
〃Mine also； as it appears。 As I say； I fed him jam tins。 There were four of them； and they were very jammy。 Then we became interested in the Boers； and I forgot Kruger Roberts。 When I came back； yesterday morning； dead tired and my horse all in a mess； I found Kruger Roberts calmly sitting on my extra blankets； cleaning my shoes with Paddy's best dishcloth。 Paddy was in a wild state of mutiny； and told me that that chattering baboon had vowed he was Trooper Weldon's boy。 Since then； I have tried in vain to dislodge him； but it is no use。 The Nig is like a piece of satin； and it is all I can do to keep my compressed…paper buttons from winking defiance at the Boers on the northern edge of Sahara。〃
Alice Mellen laughed with the air of one who understood the situation。
〃You builded better than you knew； Mr。 Weldon； and your jam tins will be no house of cards。 The Kaffirs are an unaccountable race of beings； lazy and good…natured。 Once let them love or hate； though； and all their strength goes into the working out of the feeling。 Kruger Roberts obviously has a sweet tooth； the day may come when your enemies may find it changed to a poisoned fang。 Do you want the advice of one who knows the country？〃
〃I do；〃 he assented heartily。
〃Then keep your Kruger Roberts；〃 she said decisively。
〃But what shall I do with him？〃
〃Let him do for you。〃
〃As a valet？ I've never been used to such luxury；〃 he protested； laughing。
She shook her head。
〃Not only valet。 He will be groom； cook； guide； interpreter and； whether you wish it or not； your chum。 Moreover； he will do it all with the face of a clown and the manner of a tricksy monkey。 As a panacea for the blues； you will find him invaluable。〃
There was a little pause。 Then she added； with a complete change of tone； 〃My cousin has spoken of you so often； Mr。 Weldon。〃
〃And of you；〃 he returned。
The directness of her answer pleased him。
〃Then we ought to start as friends； and not waste time over mere acquaintance。〃
〃I thought there were no acquaintances out here；〃 he answered lightly。 〃In camp； our first question is： Friend； or foe？〃
〃In the towns； we have every grade between。 Often the same person slides through all the grades in a single day。 But you haven't answered me。〃
His eyes met her eyes frankly。
〃About the friendship？ I thought that wasn't necessary。〃
〃Customary； however；〃 she suggested； with a smile。
〃But； as I say； there are no customs here；〃 he retorted。 〃At least； I should have said so； this morning。 Now I am not so sure。〃 Then he laughed。 〃I've bungled that horribly； Miss Mellen。 What I meant was that you have given me a very good time； this afternoon。〃
〃Prove it by coming again；〃 she advised him。
〃If I may。 I don't wish to wear out my welcome； but one hasn't so many friends in South Africa。〃
〃What about Kruger Roberts？〃 she reminded him。
〃That gives me two。〃
〃And Captain Frazer？〃
Weldon's eyes lighted。
〃Some day； perhaps。 I would be willing to wait for that。〃
Gravely her glance roved from the alert young Canadian at her side to the older； more steadfast face across the table。 Then she shook her head。
〃You will not have to wait long； Mr。 Weldon？〃 she said quietly。 〃Captain Frazer spoke of you； a week ago。 I have known him for months； I know what； with him； stands for enthusiasm。〃
〃I wish you might be a true prophet。 I would honor you； even here in your own garden。 For the sake of Captain Frazer's regard； I would give up most things；〃 he replied； too low to be overheard by the couple who were now chaffing each other above their cooling cups。
Later on； he wondered a little how far the apparent inconsequence of her next question was the result of chance。
〃What about Cooee？〃 she asked； in a voice as low as his own had been。
He hesitated。 Then he looked up at her steadily。
〃Miss Mellen； I am sure I don't know；〃 he answered gravely。
CHAPTER EIGHT
〃Beastly shame that the Boers hadn't buried themselves instead of the guns！〃 Carew remarked； as he wrestled with a tough thong of bully beef which yielded to his jaws much as an India…rubber eraser might have done。
Without making any pretence of extracting nutriment from his own ration； Weldon converted it into a missile and hurled it straight at his companion。
〃There's this difference；〃 he returned pithily； 〃a gun is a good enough fellow to deserve Christian burial。 Carew； do you ever yearn for the fleshpots？〃
Without bringing his jaws to a halt； Carew shook his head。
〃Do you？〃 he asked； after a prolonged interval。
〃Yes； if they could be brought here； not otherwise。 I like the game； but I also like a little more oats mixed with my fodder。 How long is it since we had a square meal？〃
〃How long since we halted in that pineapple grove； coming up from Durban？〃 Carew retorted。 〃That made up for a good deal。 You have no cause to rebel； though。 Between Paddy and Kruger Bobs； you stand in for all the tidbits that are going。〃
With a mock sigh； Weldon pointed backward over his shoulder。
〃But unfortunately Kruger Bobs and The Nig are left behind in the shadow of Naauwpoort's dreary heights。 By the way； Carew； does it ever strike you that these Boers make a lot more fuss over their spelling than they do over their pronunciation？ At home； we'd get as good results out of dozens less letters。〃
〃They make as good use of their extra letters as they do of their extra bullets；〃 Carew returned tranquilly。 〃They've been sniping； all the morning long； and they have only hit a man and a quarter now。〃
〃Which was the quarter？〃
Turning； Carew displayed a jagged hole in his left sleeve。 Weldon laughed unfeelingly。
〃Can't you keep out of range； you old target？ If there's a bullet coming your way； it's bound to graze you。〃
〃This is only the fourth。 Only one of those really meant business。 Oh； hang it！ There they go again！〃 he burst out； as a distant line of rocks crackled explosively and； a moment later； a random bullet opened up the side of his shoe。
With the swift change of occupation to which the past four months had accustomed them； they were soon in the saddle and galloping off across the rolling veldt。 Before them； a pair of guns were pounding away at the rocky line and its flanking bushes； and beyond； over the crest of the next ridge； scores of thick…set； burly figures were racing in search of shelter； with a fragment of the Scottish Horse in hot pursuit。
Neck and neck in the vanguard raced Weldon and Carew； with Captain Frazer's huge khaki…colored horse hard on their heels。 To Weldon； the next hour was one of fierce excitement and pleasure。 The shriek of the shells； long since left behind； the flying figures before them； the rise and fall of his own gray little broncho as she stretched herself to measure the interminable veldt； the khaki… colored desert； dotted with huge black rocks and shimmering with the heat waves which rose above it towards the midday sun： his pulses tingled and his head throbbed with the glorious rush of it all。
And then the slouching figures were met by other slouching figures； and reluctantly Weldon drew in his horse； as the halt was ordered。 Only madness would prolong the chase against such heavy odds。 Mere sanity demanded that the troopers should delay until the column came up。 The action must wait； while the heliograph flashed its call for help。 Weldon grumbled low into Carew's ear； as the minutes dragged themselves along； broken only by indeterminate volleys。
〃I have exactly five rounds left；〃 he said at length。 〃I believe in obedience； Carew； but； when I get this used up； by jingo； I'll pitch into those fellows on my own account。〃
〃Keep cool；〃 Carew advised him temperately。 〃You always were a thriftless fellow； you must have been wasting your fire。 Oh； I say； what's the row in the rear？〃
〃The column； most likely。 It's time； too。 Those fellows would be on us in a minute。 Ah ha！〃 And Weldon drew a quick breath of admiration； as the guns came up at the gallop under the watchful eye of the Imperial Yeomanry。
Once in position on a rise to the left； quickly the guns unlimbered and opened fire； while the sergeants gathered around the boxes of spare cartridges on the ground beside the panting ammunition horse。 Then at last came the order for the advance； the order so eagerly awaited by Weldon； maddened by his long exposure to the bullets of his unseen foe。 In extended order； the squadrons galloped forward until their goal was a scant five hundred yards away； when of a sudden a murderous fire broke out from the rocks in front of them； emptying many a saddle and dropping many a horse。 Under such conditions； safety lay only in an unswerving charge。
Close on their leaders' heels； the troopers spurred forward and； revolver in right hand； rifle in left； they charged over the remaining bit of ground and into the midst of the Boer position。 Briton and Boer met； face to face。 Revolvers cracked； Boers dropped。
Mausers crashed； Britons fell。 And then； through and over； the British charge had passed。
Even then Weldon found no place for pause。 From behind the Boer position； a band of their reinforcements came galloping down upon him。 Caught between the two lines； the squadrons wheeled about； fell again upon the broken enemy； dashed through them and； amid the leaden hail； retired upon their own guns。 And now once more the gunners could reopen fire； and the shells dropped thick and f