of the ventilating shaft。
Nothing shows the temperature more surely than the tint of the gray sea。 It was a warm gray； that morning； and the bowl…like sky above was gray from the horizon far towards the blue zenith。 From the other end of the ship； they could hear the plaudits that accompanied an impromptu athletic tournament； but the inhabitants of the nearest chairs were reading or dozing； and the deck about them was very still。 Only the throbbing of the mighty screw and the hiss of the cleft waves broke the hush。
Out of the hush； Ethel spoke abruptly。
〃Do you know； Mr。 Weldon； you have never told me what brings you out here。〃
He had been sitting； chin on his fists； staring out across the gray； foam…flecked water。 Now he looked up at her in surprise。
〃I thought you knew。 The war； of course。〃
〃Yes； but where are you going？〃
〃To somewhere on the firing line。 Beyond that I've not the least idea。〃
〃Where is your regiment now？〃
〃I haven't any。〃
She frowned in perplexity。
〃I think I don't quite understand。〃
〃I mean I haven't enlisted yet。〃
〃But your commission？〃 she urged。
〃I have no commission； Miss Dent。〃
〃Notany commission！〃 she said blankly。
In site of himself； he laughed at her tone。
〃Certainly not。 I am going as a soldier。〃
She sat staring at him in thoughtful silence。
〃But you are a gentleman；〃 she said slowly at length。
Weldon's mouth twitched at the corners。
〃I hope so；〃 he assented。
〃Then how can you go as soldier； for I suppose you mean private？〃
Dictated by generations…old tradition； the question was eloquent。 Weldon's one purpose； however； was to combat that tradition； and he answered calmly；
〃Why not？〃
〃Becausebecause it isn't neat；〃 she responded unexpectedly。
This time； Weldon laughed outright。 Trained in the wider； more open… air school of Canadian life； he found her insular point of view distinctly comic。
〃I have a portable tub somewhere among my luggage；〃 he reassured her。
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 g