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ed with a white stone; but his sleep; on those nights; was as quiet and dreamless as ever。 Facts were facts。 Theories and hopes were for the future; and no man looks much to the future in a time of war。

Besides the letters; there were minor events; too; events which went to fill up the letters of reply。 Now it was a hospital train which halted at the camp on the way southward; and each red…taped nurse had reminded him of Alice Mellen; and of those last days in Johannesburg。 Now it was a two…day trek; as escort for a convoy train whose long lines of bullock…drawn wagons marked the brown veldt with a wavering stripe of duller brown。 Again a wounded picket came straying back to camp; bleeding and dazed; to report the inevitable sniping which furnished the running accompaniment to most other events; or an angry squad came riding in; to tell of the shots which had followed close upon the raising of the white flag; or of the score of armed men who had suddenly leaped out from the safe shelter of a Red…Cross ambulance。 And; on one occasion; he had been in the thick of a similar fray。 Hand to hand; he had fought on the doorsteps of a farmhouse to which he and his five comrades had been bidden by a sprightly Boer in gown and sunbonnet。 At the door; the bonnet had been cast from the cropped head; and the gown had been pushed back to give access to the bandolier beneath; while a dozen shots from an upper window had driven them from the dooryard into the comparative shelter of the lower rooms。 The skirmish had ended with a charge up the stairway。 Weldon; that same night; had written to Ethel a wholly humorous account of the whole affair; and it was not until long afterwards that she had learned from Carew; who had been of the party; which was the trooper who had mounted guard over the room where the aged grandmother had tucked herself away under her bed。 The old Dutch vrouw had bidden him to share her shelter; but he had taken note of her dimensions; and had declined her hospitality。 Later on; when the fight was over and she had painfully wriggled her way out from her trap; he had also declined certain of her manifestations of gratitude。 Even chivalry to the aged possesses its humorous side。

Then; one November night; Weldon came into his tent with alert step and glowing eyes。 He found Carew going through his camp outfit in detail; and; squatting on the floor in the corner; Kruger Bobs was cleaning accoutrements as if his life depended on it。

〃You look as if events were about to happen;〃 he observed; from the dispassionate distance of the doorway。

〃They are。〃

〃Ask them to include me; then。〃

〃What do you need of events; you regimental broncho…buster?〃

〃One gets sick of even the best horseflesh in time;〃 he answered nonchalantly。

〃Sorry; for you are doomed to more of it。〃

〃Another herd of bronchos?〃 Weldon's voice showed that the idea displeased him。

〃No; but a two…hundred…mile trek across country。〃

〃Good。 I am tired of being cooped up; and a spin of that kind will be a boon。〃

Carew settled back on his heels and looked up at him。

〃Spin is it! Your only spin will be on your own axis。 We are to act as escort for a convoy train of fifty wagons and ten times fifty mules。 We shall make six miles a day; and our tongues will be wholly corrupted by the language of the mule…drivers。 And; in the end; we shall get to〃

〃A glorious fight; I trust;〃 Weldon supplemented。

Gloomily Carew shook his head。 〃No; merely to Winburg。 We are going to provision Weppener and Ladybrand; and then make for the railroad again。 We'll strike it at Winburg most likely。 It is an unholy sort of hole; and I hear that the hotel serves watered ink and currant jelly under the name of claret。 We shall sit there and sip it; until the train arrives; and then we shall entrain and come back again。 And this;〃 he emphasized his words by plumping forward on his knees once more; 〃and this is war!〃

〃Yes; but it lets us out on a longer leash than I have had for some time;〃 Weldon said serenely。 〃Anyway; it is well for you that it is not likely to be a bloody campaign; for you'll be headed straight away from Johannesburg; and I misdoubt me if Winburg holds a hospital。〃

〃Judging from my past records; it will have to found one; then;〃 Carew answered composedly。 〃If I have to go through two hundred miles of the enemy's country; they might as well open up; in readiness for my coming。 But what is the letter; old man?〃

〃News。 Yours had knocked it out of my mind; though。 Mine comes off later。 Captain Frazer has been transferred to the South African Light Horse; and will come up here as adjutant; on the first。〃

Carew's face brightened。

〃That's good hearing。 He will be higher still; before De Wet is taken。〃 〃I hope so。 Anyway; he is coming to us。 Think of having him about again!〃

〃Much good will it do us! An adjutant doesn't mess with the trooper。〃

〃Frazer will stick to his friends。〃

〃Mayhap。 Still; better men than he have gone dizzy; as they went up the ladder; and dizziness makes people look at what's above them; rather than at what is below;〃 Carew answered oracularly。 〃Frazer's influence will be sound; and we shall feel it from one end of things to the other。 Aside From that; we aren't likely to be much affected by his coming。 Did Miss Dent tell any other news?〃

〃As it happens; Miss Dent didn't tell me this。〃

〃Who; then?〃

〃Captain Frazer; himself;〃 Weldon answered; with a quiet relish of his own victory。 〃He sends messages and all that to you。〃 Then he added; 〃And who else do you think is coming?〃

〃With him?〃

〃Yes。〃

Carew shook his head。

〃I've no idea; unless Lord Kitchener is about to pay us a visit。 There were rumors of it; a week or so ago。〃

〃Guess again。 It's a mightier than Lord Kitchener; this time。〃

〃Can't be。〃

Weldon laughed。 〃It is; for it is a man trained to two weapons; who has beaten his kettles into a helmet and his pepper…pot into a cartridge…box。〃

〃Paddy?〃

〃Yes; Paddy。 The Captain writes that he is thirsting for gore and glory; and that he has learned to ride anything from a clotheshorse to a nightmare。〃

Carew laughed。

〃Paddy all over。 He never could take things as they came。〃

〃Except Parrott's horse;〃 Weldon suggested。

〃How did he get out of that scrape?〃

〃Went out。 There was talk of official vengeance; but Paddy vanished; that same night。 A week later; he turned up at the Captain's room in Cape Town; with a bundle of clothes and a story that was as leaky as a sieve。 The Captain sent him out to Maitland to be licked into shape; and this is the result。〃

〃No;〃 Carew objected in a sudden burst of prophecy。 〃Mind my words; Paddy has not resulted yet。 That will come; later on in the game。〃




CHAPTER SIXTEEN


Winburg may have all the elements of greatness; but greatness itself is lacking。 Nevertheless; after watching a convoy train tool along over the green…flecked yellow veldt at the rate of six miles a day; after seeing nothing but an occasional isolated farmhouse; the little town appeared like a centre of civilization and excitement to the bored troopers; as they rode up the main street and pitched camp on the western edge of the town。 There they sat and idly wondered behind which particular hill was the largest commando。 No type of boredom is more acute than that which links itself with periods of inaction in the army。 Fifteen minutes would have sufficed to exhaust the resources of Winburg; the troopers remained there for fifteen days。 Only Kruger Bobs was fully in his element。 His daily grooming of the broncho and his master once over; his time was his own; and he employed it to the best of his ability。 Fate had endowed Kruger Bobs with a smile which won instant liking and gained instant fulfilment of his wishes。 Just as; months before; he had sat on the river bank at Piquetberg Road; and grinned persuasively at the jam tins; so now he ranged up and down among the farms scattered about Winburg; and grinned himself into possession of manifold eggs and plump fowls and even of soft wheat bread; the final luxury of the biscuit…sated trooper who owned his fealty。

〃'Is thy servant a dog?'〃 Carew had quoted gravely at sight of his first army biscuit。

And Weldon had made answer;

〃Not if he knows it。 I have always had full sympathy with my hound who leaves his dog…bread in favor of a bit of oak planking gnawed out from his kennel floor。〃

But Carew was less dainty。 Nevertheless; he attacked the biscuit with two flat stones; and mixed the debris with his coffee。

Now; however; thanks to the efforts of Kruger Bobs; they were living thriftily and upon the fat of the land。

〃How do you get it all; Kruger Bobs? 〃Weldon had demanded; one day。 〃To my sure knowledge; you've no money; and people hereabouts don't love the British。 What is your secret?〃

Kruger Bobs ducked his bristly head into his ragged hat; and gave an explosive chuckle。 Then he raised his head and scratched it demurely。

〃Kruger Bobs just gits it; Boss;〃 he explained comprehensively。

He came in; the next night; his pockets stuffed; his mouth wide ajar and the very whites of his eyes full of mystery。 Carew and Weldon; sitting together; glanced up as he appeared。 Instantly; as he caught sight

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