"
"I thought there were no acquaintances out here," he answered
lightly. "In camp, our first question is: Friend, or foe?"
"In the towns, we have every grade between. Often the same person
slides through all the grades in a single day. But you haven't
answered me."
His eyes met her eyes frankly.
"About the friendship? I thought that wasn't necessary."
"Customary, however," she suggested, with a smile.
"But, as I say, there are no customs here," he retorted. "At least,
I should have said so, this morning. Now I am not so sure." Then he
laughed. "I've bungled that horribly, Miss Mellen. What I meant was
that you have given me a very good time, this afternoon."
"Prove it by coming again," she advised him.
"If I may. I don't wish to wear out my welcome; but one hasn't so
many friends in South Africa."
"What about Kruger Roberts?" she reminded him.
"That gives me two."
"And Captain Frazer?"
Weldon's eyes lighted.
"Some day, perhaps. I would be willing to wait for that."
Gravely her glance roved from the alert young Canadian at her side
to the older, more steadfast face across the table. Then she shook
her head.
"You will not have to wait long, Mr.
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