on the firing line- 第3部分

She　shook　her　head。

〃No；　that's　not　what　I　mean。　But　you　won't　be　thrown　with　men　of　your　own　class。　The　private　is　a　distinct　race；　you'll　find　him　unbearable；　when　you　are　really　in　close　quarters　with　him。〃

Deliberately　Weldon　rose　and　stood　looking　down　at　her。　His　lips　were　smiling；　his　eyes　were　direct　and　grave。　His　mother　could　have　told　the　girl；　just　then；　that　some　one　had　touched　him　on　the　raw。

〃Miss　Dent；〃　he　asked　slowly；　〃is　this　the　way　you　cheer　on　the　men？〃

She　flushed　under　his　rebuke　and；　for　a　moment；　her　blue　eyes　showed　an　angry　light。

〃I　beg　your　pardon。　I　was　referring　to　the　men　whom　I　am　likely　to　know。〃

〃And　omitting　myself？〃　he　inquired。

〃You　are　the　exception　which　proves　the　rule；〃　she　answered　a　little　shortly。　〃Of　course；　I　wish　you　all　good；　but　I　don't　see　how　it　is　to　be　gained；　if　you　bury　yourself　in　the　ranks。〃

〃It　may　depend　a　little　upon　what　you　mean　by　good；〃　he　returned；　with　a　dignity　which；　notwithstanding　her　momentary　petulance；　won　her　full　respect。　〃I　am　not　going　out　in　search　of　the　path　to　a　generalship。　Fighting　isn't　my　real　profession。〃

〃Then　what　are　you　going　for？〃　she　demanded　sharply。　With　no　consciousness　of　dramatic　effect；　his　eyes　turned　to　the　Union　Jack　fluttering　above　them。

〃Because　I　couldn't　stay　away；〃　he　answered　simply。　〃From　Magersfontein　to　Nooitdedacht；　the　pull　on　me　has　been　growing　stronger。　I　am　not　needed　at　home；　I　can　shoot　a　little　and　ride　a　good　deal。　I　am　taking　out　my　own　horse；　I　shall　draw　no　pay。　I　can　do　no　harm；　and；　somewhere　or　other；　I　may　do　a　little　good。　For　the　rest；　I　prefer　the　ranks。　It's　not　always　the　broadest　man　who　lives　entirely　with　his　own　class。　For　a　while；　I　am　willing　to　meet　some　one　outside。　As　soon　as　I　get　to　Cape　Town；　I　shall　enlist　in　a　regiment　of　horse；　put　on　the　khaki　and　learn　to　wind　myself　up　in　my　putties。　Then　it　will　remain　to　be　seen　whether　my　old　friends　will　accept　Trooper　Weldon　on　their　list　of　acquaintances。〃

〃One　of　them　will；〃　the　girl　said　quickly。　〃If　only　for　the　sake　of　novelty；　I　shall　be　glad　to　know　a　man　in　the　ranks。〃

He　shook　his　head。

〃No　novelty；　Miss　Dent。　I　know　any　number　of　fellows　who　are　doing　the　same　thing。　We　can't　all　be　officers；　a　few　of　us　must　take　orders。　Out　in　the　hunting　field；　we　say　it　is　the　thoroughbred　dog　who　answers　to　call　most　quickly。〃

She　ignored　his　last　words。

〃And　you　don't　even　know　where　you　are　going？〃　she　asked。　〃To　Cape　Town。〃

〃But　after　that？〃

〃To　my　banker。　After　that；　to　the　nearest　recruiting　station。〃

〃So　you'll　not　stop　in　Cape　Town？〃

Weldon's　quick　ear　caught　the　little　note　of　regret　in　her　voice。

〃Not　long。　Long　enough；　however；　to　pull　any　latch…string　that　offers　itself　to　me。〃

Her　eyes　dropped　to　the　shining　sea。

〃My　mother　will　offer　ours　to　you；〃　she　said　quietly。　Then　she　added；　with　a　swift　flash　of　merriment；　〃And　you　will　wish　to　see　Miss　Arthur　again。〃

Weldon　cast　a　mocking　glance　over　his　shoulder　at　the　recumbent；　open…mouthed　form。

〃Is　the　lady　going　to　stop　long　with　you？〃　he　queried。

〃Long　enough　to　recover　from　her　invalidism。〃

〃To　judge　from　her　greeny…yellow　cast　of　countenance；　that　may　take　some　time。　But　tell　me；　Miss　Dent；　does　she　always　sleep　out　loud　like　this？〃

〃Not　always。　It　usually　comes　when　she　is　taking　what　she　calls　forty　winks。〃

〃Then　may　a　merciful　heaven　prevent　her　from　taking　eighty；〃　Weldon　observed　piously。　〃Still；　the　sleeping　cat〃

〃Fox；〃　she　corrected　him　promptly。

〃Fox　be　it；　then。　Miss　Arthur　seems　to　me　to　be　feline；　rather　than　vulpine；　though。〃　Bending　forward；　the　girl　studied　her　chaperon　thoughtfully。

〃She　really　isn't　so　bad；　Mr。　Weldon。　She　means　well。　It　is　only　that　I　don't　like　tight　frizzles　and　a　hymn…book　in　combination。　People　should　always　have　one　point　of　absolute　worldliness。〃

〃Aren't　fizzlesthat　is　what　you　called　the　thatch　over　her　eyebrows；　isn't　it？aren't　they　worldly？〃

Ethel　Dent　laughed　with　the　consciousness　of　a　woman's　superior　knowledge。

〃It　depends　upon　the　season；〃　she　replied　enigmatically；　as　she　rose。

It　was　five　days　later　that　Ethel　closed　and　locked　her　steamer　trunk。　Leaving　Miss　Arthur　to　grapple　alone　with　the　cabin　bags；　the　girl　went　out　on　deck。　Regardless　of　the　glaring　sunshine　of　New　Year　morning；　groups　of　people　were　dotted　along　the　rail；　staring　up　at　the　flat　top　and　seamy　face　of　cloud…capped　Table　Mountain。　In　the　very　midst　of　a　knot　of　eager；　excited　men；　Weldon　was　leaning　on　the　rail；　talking　so　earnestly　to　Carew　that　he　was　quite　unconscious　of　the　girl；　twenty　paces　behind　him。　She　hesitated　for　a　moment。　Then；　as　she　walked　away　to　the　farther　end　of　the　deck；　she　told　herself　that　Weldon　was　like　all　other　men；　regardful　of　women　only　when　no　more　vital　interest　presented　itself。　Already　she　regretted　the　girlish　vanity　which　had　dictated　the　choice　of　the　gown　in　which　she　was　to　go　ashore。　For　all　the　young　Canadian　was　likely　to　know　to　the　contrary；　she　might　be　clad　in　a　calico　wrapper　and　a　blanket　shawl；　rather　than　the　masterpiece　of　a　London　tailor。

The　Dunottar　Castle　was　forging　steadily　ahead　through　the　blue　waters　of　Table　Bay。　Beyond　the　bay；　Cape　Town　nestled　in　its　bed　of　living　green；　backed　by　the　sinister　face　of　Table　Mountain；　and　fringed　with　a　thicket　of　funnels　and　of　raking　masts。　To　the　girl；　familiar　with　the　harbor　when　Cape　Town　had　been　a　peaceful　seaport；　it　seemed　that　the　navies　of　the　world　were　gathered　there　before　her　eyes。　It　seemed　to　her；　too；　that　the　low；　squat　town　never　looked　half　so　fair　as　it　did　now；　viewed　from　a　softening　distance　and　ringed　about　with　its　summer　setting　of　verdure。

Already　the　docks　were　in　sight　and；　far　to　her　left　at　the　other　end　of　the　long　curve　of　the　water　front；　her　keen　eyes　could　make　out　the　roof　which；　six　years　before；　she　had　learned　to　call　home。　She　could　imagine　the　stir　and　excitement　in　that　home：　the　controlled　eagerness　of　her　busy　father；　the　gentle　flurry　of　her　invalid　mother；　and　the　tempestuous　bulletins　issued　by　the　small　brother　whose　occasional　letters；　full　of　incoherent　affection　and　quaint　bits　of　orthography；　had　added　interest　to　the　last　years　of　her　English　life。　One　and　all；　they　were　loyally　intent　upon　her　coming。　And　she；　ingrate　that　she　was；　could　spare　thought　from　the　dear　home　circle　to　waste　it　upon　the　forgetful　young　Canadian　who　was　talking　horse　and　politics　by　the　rail。

She　turned　sharply；　as　Weldon's　voice　fell　upon　her　ears。

〃Happy　New　Year；　Miss　Dent！　It　is　an　odd　wish　to　be　giving；　with　the　mercury　at　ninety。〃

With　her　London　gown；　she　had　also　donned　her　London　manner；　and　her　answer　was　banal。

〃But　none　the　less　welcome；　for　all　its　being　so　warm。　May　I　return　it？〃

He　laughed；　like　the　great；　overgrown　boy　that　he　so　often　showed　himself。

〃I　decline　to　take　it　back。　And　where　have　you　been；　all　the　morning？〃

〃Packing　my　steamer　trunk。　I　have　been　on　deck　for　nearly　an　hour；　though。〃

〃I'm　sorry　I　missed　so　much　of　the　time。　I　don't　see　why　I　didn't　see　you；〃　he　said　regretfully。　〃I　was　over　there　by　the　rail　with　Carew　and　a　lot　of　the　other　fellows；　watching　the　town　show　up。　It　was　mighty　interesting；　too；　this　getting　one's　first　glimpse　of　a　new　corner　of　the　earth。〃

Most　men　would　have　seemed　penitent　over　their　absorption　in　other　things。　Weldon　merely　acknowledged　it　as　a　matter　of　course；　and　allowed　the　girl　to　draw　her　own　conclusions。　She　drew　them　accordingly。　At　first；　they　antagonized　her。　Later　on；　she　admitted　their　justice。　Meanwhile；　she　kept　her　momentary　antagonism　quite　to　herself；　as　she　looked　up　into　the　face　of　her　companion；　an　earnest；　manly　face；　in　spite　of　its　boyish　outlines。

〃It　is　hard　for　me　to　realize　that　you　are　a　stranger　here；〃　she　answered　him。　〃All　the　way　out；　you　have　given　the　impression　of　having　made　the　voyage　any　number　of　times。〃

〃In　what　way？〃

〃In　the　way　of　getting　what　you　wish　in　an　utterly　matter…of…course　fashion。〃　Her　laugh　belied　her　London　exterior　and　belonged　to　the　broad　felt　hat　and　the　soft　blouse　of　the　past　two　weeks。

〃That　is　the　one　compliment　I　most　value；　Miss　Dent。〃

〃See　that　you　continue　to　live　up　to　it；　Mr。　Weldon。〃

For　an　instant；　they　faced　each　other；　a　merry　boy　and　girl。　Then　Weldon's　lips　straightened　resolutely；　and　he　bowed。

〃I　will　do　my　best；〃　he　answered　slowly。

Half　an　hour　later；　he　joined　her　at　the　gangway　and　took　forcible　possession　of　her　hand　luggage。

〃Surely；〃　he　said；　in　answer　to　her　objections；　〃you　will　let　me　do　you　this　one　last　little　service。〃

〃Not　if　you　call　it　that；〃　she　said　quietly。　〃Our　acquaintance　is　only　just　beginning。　If　you　are　to　be　in　Cape　Town　for　a　day　or　two；　come　and　let　my　mother　thank　you　for　your　kindness　to　me；　all　the　way　out。〃

He　took　her　hand；　outstretched　in　farewell。

〃Even　if　I　come　as　Trooper　Weldon？〃　he　asked　with　a　smile。

And　she　answered；　with　a　prophecy　of　whose　truth　she　was　as　yet　in　ignorance；

〃Trooper　Weldon　will　always　be　a　welcome　guest　in　our　home。〃

Then　her　father　came　to　claim　her。　When　she　emerged　from　his　welcoming　embrace；　she　saw　Weldon；　cap　in　hand；　bowing　to　her　from　what　appeared　a　most　unseemly　distance。　The　next　moment；　he　had　vanished　in　the　crowd。



CHAPTER　THREE


According　to　one's　individual　point　of　view；　Cape　Town；　on　that　New　Year　morning　of　nineteen　hundred　and　one；　was　either　a　point　of　departure　for　the　front；　or　a　city　of　refuge　for　the　sleek　and　portly　Uitlanders　who　thronged　the　hotels　and　made　too　audible　mourning　for　their　imperiled　possessions。　Viewed　in　either　light；　it　was　hot；　crowded　and　unclean。　From　his　caricature　of　a　hansom；　Weldon　registered　his　swift　impression　that　he　wished　to　get　off　to　the　front　as　speedily　as　possible。　The　hansom　contributed　to　this　impression　no　less　than　did　the　city。　Out　of　a　multitude　of　similar　vehicles；　he　had　chosen　this　for　its　name；　painted　across　its　curving　front。　The　Lady　of　the　Snows　had　obviously　been　christened　as　a　welcome　to　the　scores　of　his　fellow　colonials　who　had　gone　that　way　before；　and　he　and　Carew　had　dashed　past　Killarney　and　The　Scotch　Thistle；　to　take　possession　of　its　padded　interior。

It　was　almost