"
"I am afraid we must get on without him," she said lightly.
"Unfortunately, yes. I wonder where he is."
"In Cape Town," she replied unexpectedly.
"Really? What is he doing there?"
"Don't expect me to tell. It has something to do with a staff; but
whether he carries it, or becudgels recruits with it, I have no idea
at all."
"He hasn't left the Scottish Horse?"
"In fact; but not in name. Your regiment is still in the Transvaal;
but he keeps a sort of vicarious connection with it. Please don't
expect me to grasp military details, Mr. Weldon. I merely repeat the
facts, parrot fashion; you must interpret them to suit yourself."
He laughed again. Already, in that one morning, he appeared to have
taken a long stride towards the regaining of his old self.
"You are a perfect gazette, Miss Dent, the first bit of news that
has crept inside this place. Where did you get all your
information?"
"From Captain Frazer." Her rising color belied her unconcerned tone.
"You have seen him, then?"
"Yes. He is usually very good about calling, whenever he comes to
Cape Town."
"And is he well?"
"Absolutely. Also quite enthusiastic over his troopers and the work
they did at Vlaakfontein.
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