for the moment by a little gray broncho whose hoofs touched the ground only to spurn it backwards。
The chase was long and hot； but the end was in sight。 Directly across the path of the quarry stretched a low line of willows showing the course of the stream beneath； and； a few hundred feet this side of the willows； scattered clumps of green marked as many scattered dwellings。 By the largest clump； the quarry halted and turned to bay； and the pursuers； unable to check their speed； rode down upon it and crashed through its ranks； regardless of the pitiless。 fire； then； sweeping around on the arc of a mammoth circle； took up their position in the shelter of a walled kraal； only a few hundred yards away。 Then for a moment they halted； face to face and in absolute silence。
Even after her mad race； the little gray broncho was breathing deeply and easily； but Weldon could feel his own breath come short。 Banged in open order before him were a full half…hundred of the enemy； bearded； black…coated； bandoliered； grim and stolid and ripe of years。 Beside him were the new captain of the troop and seven men。 They were and alert； but there were only nine of them in all。 And the rest of the troop； it seemed to him； were half the veldt… length away。 Vaguely he wondered whether their distant khaki coats would look as purple as did the distant khaki…colored hills。 Then； quite inconsequently； as he raised his rifle； he noticed that one of the Boers had a button hanging loosely on its threads from the front of his coat。 He was rather surprised； the next instant； to see the Boer pitch forward headlong in the dust。 It was some time afterward that he thought to connect the falling with the crack of his own rifle。
Piggie bounded sidewise； as the mount of the trooper next Weldon dropped and lay whimpering like a hurt child。 Then she steadied to the touch of Weldon's hand upon her neck。 It was not the first time he had guided her； unscathed； through a leaden shower。 She would trust him yet once again。 As he raised his rifle； her wiry legs were as steady as four iron rods。 He saw another Boer fall and yet another and a third； but one khaki…colored figure lay stiffly beside him； and another was dragging itself away to a corner of the kraal； to give greater space to its unwounded comrades。 And still the bullets whizzed about them； thick and ever thicker。
Piggie shied again。 This time a bullet had grazed her neck； and the sight of the narrow sear filled Weldon's mind with a dull； unreasoning rage。 Brutal to aim at the plucky mounts who bore their riders so gallantly into the flight where all defensive power was denied themselves！ He paused long enough to pat the firm gray neck； to feel the answering pressure against his hand。 Then he raised his rifle again and took careful aim； as he breathed a wordless prayer that chance might guide his bullet into the man who had scarred his faithful friend。 Another Boer dropped； Weldon hoped it was by his own bullet。 Then both he and the gray broncho pricked up their ears as； close on their flank； they heard the beating of galloping hoofs。
In the shock of the scrimmage that followed； there was scant time to take thought of friend or of foe。 On the heels of his new captain as； of old； he had been on the heels of Captain Frazer； Weldon and the gray broncho were in the thick of the fight。 Then； as the Boers sullenly fell backwards； Weldon became aware of a familiar voice in his ears。
〃Whisht； little feller！ It's Paddy；〃 the voice said in a spooky undertone； as its owner ranged up alongside the gray broncho。
〃Paddy！〃 Weldon stared at him in unfeigned astonishment。 〃What in the name of heaven are you doing here； man？〃
With perfect composure Paddy squared himself in the saddle。
〃Little Canuck dear； as I told you before； heaven is a state of eternal peace； and therefore an undesirable abode in these hot times。 I prefer a whiff of brimstone； myself； and； by the powers； I've been getting； it。〃 As he spoke； he took off his hat and showed a neat trio of holes in the left brim。
〃But how did you come here； Paddy？〃 Weldon asked again。
〃Took your advice to heart； my jewel； kicked over my pan of fat and jumped into the fire。 Which； being put into straight English； I swiped a horse and rode off with the rest of the boys on the tail of the serpent。〃 Weldon gasped； as he realized the enormity of the crime。 Then he laughed。 In his haste to gain possession of a mount； Paddy had taken no thought for his armament。 His sole weapon was the huge iron spoon； still grasped in his left hand。
〃Whose horse did you take； Paddy？〃
〃I d'know。 I never looked to see。 I popped my toe into the stirrup and came away； hot…foot； but；〃 Paddy paused for a deliberate wink； 〃as I was leaving camp； I thought I heard the voice of that pigeon… toed little cockney Parrott； him that used to stub his toes on the wall at Piquetberg Road； acalling out that some one had mislaid his horse and he couldn't find it。 I was sorry； but I was in a divil of a haste and couldn't stop to condole with him then。〃
〃But； Paddy； they'll run you out of camp for this；〃 Weldon remonstrated dutifully。
Paddy's shoulder mounted towards his left ear。 〃I'm thinking I have run myself out； and that's just what I was meaning to do。 I've been a captain with four lieutenants under me。 Any one of them can sling the pepper and the salt； and they're welcome； but not one has the fighting blood in his veins as I have。 Let them mind their kettles and leave me to mind the enemy。〃
〃And if they won't let you go back？〃
〃Then I'll ship myself straight down to Cape Town； and take service with Captain Frazer。 He can fight with the best of them； and he knows I'm a man。 It's riding at his heels I'll be； henceforth and forevermore。〃
Turning； Weldon looked long into the jovial Irish face； and at the hunchy figure that joggled to and fro in the saddle； with no heed to the rhythm of his horse's pace。
〃Who taught you to ride； Paddy？〃 he asked at length。
For an instant； a lump in Paddy's left cheek betrayed the whereabouts of his tongue。 Then quietly he made answer； 〃Sure； little feller； it must have been the grace of Saint Patrick。 Nobody else has ever took a hand in the training of me。 But I'll back him against all the riding masters in London and Aldershot。〃
And the result showed that Paddy's confidence was not misplaced。
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
By midwinter； the war had become a series of guerrilla raids； of sweeping drives and of occasional skirmishes。 The epoch of the infantry had passed； and it was the day of the mounted man。 The home…going of the great Field Marshal； six months before； had been followed by the return to England of transports loaded with foot soldiers。 The hour； the country and the enemy all demanded the man on the horse。 With Lord Kitchener in the field and the colonies aiding the mother country； the outcome was only a matter of time； but few could as yet say when the fulness of that time should be at hand。
〃But it leaves me a good deal puzzled in my mind；〃 Weldon said thoughtfully。
〃How do you mean？〃 Ethel Dent threw the question at him a little defiantly。
〃About going home。〃
〃Surely； you aren't going now？〃
He winced at the accent。
〃I am not sure。 I volunteered for six months。 My time is up； I paid my official visit to the Citadel yesterday。〃
〃Are you needed at home？〃
〃No。 At least； not in any real sense。〃
〃But you are needed here。〃
〃There are enough without me； and the need will not last long。〃
〃Don't be too sure。 On the Dunottar Castle； there were plenty of people who laughed at you men for coming out to volunteer； after the war was over。 You have proved that they laughed at nothing。 Prove it again。〃
Rising； he walked the length of the room and stood looking out from the long front window。 The bamboo screens and the willow chairs were gone from their veranda corner； the flower…boxes were empty now； and Table Bay gleamed coldly back at him in the late afternoon sun of midwinter。 Then he turned around to face the girl； seated where her golden hair seemed to him to catch and hold all the light centering about the gay little tea…table。
〃Don't；〃 he said with some impatience。 〃Your arguments all echo my own wish。 I am pulled in two ways at once。 At home； the mother is growing restless。 Since Vlaakfontein； she has lost her nerve； and her heart is set on my meeting her in London in October。〃
Deliberately Ethel made a neat triangle out of three unused spoons。
〃Well？〃 she said； without looking up。
〃Piggie and I have had a smell of powder；〃 he answered briefly。 〃We want more。〃
〃Well？〃 she said again。
〃The question is； are we likely to get it。〃
〃Not in England； not even in Cape Town；〃 she answered； smiling at the spoons before her。
〃Then where？〃
〃Wherever the Boers are thickest。〃
〃Yes； but； after all； you are talking platitudes； Miss Dent；〃 he said； with recurring impatience。
This time； she lifted her dark blue eyes to his face and allowed them to rest there for a full minute。
〃But you forbade me to argue；〃 she said demurely。
He dropped down into a chair and faced her resolutely。
〃Now look here； Miss Dent； I can't talk shop in tea…table English。 In fact； shop has no place at