Then, as her eyes lighted on the brown uniform and
the wide slouch hat, her whole expression changed, and she came
forward with an eagerness which she was at no pains to conceal.
"Mr. Weldon."
He bowed in mock humility.
"Trooper Weldon, if you please."
"I am delighted. Is it your old troop?"
He shook his head.
"No. I know the Transvaal and all its resources by heart. I have
chosen the Orange Free State. It is a new country; and, besides, all
the best of the fighting is going to be there, on the heels of De
Wet."
"Are you a prophet?" she asked, while she dropped into a chair and
motioned to him to be seated.
"No; but I suspect that Captain Frazer is," he answered, as he
obeyed her.
She raised her brows questioningly.
"Does he go, too?"
"Not now. His staff work holds him here among the fleshpots," he
replied." Later, he may be able to come up to us."
"Us?"
"The South African Light Horse."
"Why did you choose them?"
"Because they are to operate in the Orange River country, and
because they would have me."
"Is that a matter to consider?"
Weldon laughed while, placing his hat on the floor, he settled
himself more comfortably in his chair.
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