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〃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 noon; as they drove through the Dock Gates; past the Amsterdam Battery; and turned eastward towards Adderley Street and the Grand Hotel。 It was nightfall before their luggage was safe through the custom house and in their room。 Carew eyed his boxes askance。 Weldon attacked the straps of his nearest trunk。

〃Wherefore?〃 Carew queried languidly from the midst of a haze of smoke。

〃To take account of stock。〃

〃What's the use?〃

〃To find out what we need; of course。〃

〃But we don't need anything。 We've tobacco for our pipes and quinine for our stomachs and fuller's earth for our feet。 What more can a man need?〃 As he spoke; Carew hooked his toe around a second chair; drew it towards him and promptly converted it into a foot…rest。 〃Besides;〃 he added tranquilly; 〃to…morrow is Boxing Day; and the bank won't be open until the day after。 You know you can't buy anything more than a pink…bordered handkerchief out of your present supplies。〃

Weldon laughed。

〃Don't be too sure I can make out even that;〃 he said; as he dived into the trunk and pulled out a Klondyke sleeping…bag。

Carew watched him from between half…closed lids。

〃Going beddy?〃 he inquired。

〃Confound it; no! I thought my calling kit was in there。〃 A pair of dark gray blankets landed in the corner on top of the sleeping…bag。

〃That looks jolly comfortable。 You'd better bunk in there; and leave the bed to me;〃 Carew advised him。 〃You're in the wrong trunk for your calling clothes; anyway。 What under heaven do you want of them; Weldon?〃

〃I don't want them to lie all in a heap。〃

〃They'll lie in heaps for a good long time; before you are out of this country;〃 Carew predicted cheerfully。 〃Moreover; from the look of the place; you could make calls in either pajamas or khaki; and it would pass muster。 I saw one fellow; this noon; in evening clothes and a collar button。 Besides; there isn't anybody for us to call on。〃

Weldon smiled contentedly; as he drew out a frock…coat and inspected its satin…faced lapels。

〃Not for yo

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