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Shortly after this, as we were crossing a large open plain, where there were a few scattered bushes, my guide, who was a little way before me, wheeled his horse round in a moment, calling out something in the Foulah language which I did not understand. I inquired in Mandingo what he meant; "Wara billi billi!"
It went through her heart like a sword-thrust as she called to mind that last night at Fort Wara when she had clung to her father for the last time, and had heard him bid her good-bye till they should meet again. With a choked sensation she rose, and stood steadying herself by the back of the sofa. Could she go through this interview? Could she bear it?
Muriel passed her own gate at a canter, but hearing Grange behind her she soon reined in, and they trotted some distance side by side in silence. But Grange was still uneasy. The girl's rigid profile had that stony, aloof look that he had noted upon his arrival weeks before, and that he had come to associate with her escape from Wara.
He laughed again and stretched himself. "What became of that handsome cousin of yours who paid you a visit in the old M'war days?" "Do you mean Blake Grange?" Daisy's voice suddenly sounded so remote and cold that Peggy turned and regarded her in round-eyed astonishment. "Yes, that was the fellow. He got trapped at Wara along with General Roscoe and Nick Ratcliffe. What happened to him?
An open generous temper is a standing virtue among them; to be narrow-hearted, especially to those in want, or to any of their own family, is accounted a great crime, and to reflect scandal on the rest of the tribe. Such wretched misers they brand with bad characters.... The Cherokee Indians have a pointed proverbial expression to the same effect simtaweh ne wara, the great hawk is at home.
Grange's suggestion that they should ride together awoke in her a keener sense of pleasure than she had known since the tragedy of Wara had darkened her young life, and for the rest of the day she looked forward eagerly to the resumption of this her favourite exercise.
"Max didn't tell me your name, you know," she said to the stranger. "This is Captain Ratcliffe of Wara." "Monkey!" said Nick briefly. "Plain Ratcliffe of no-where in particular is my description." The big man rose with outstretched hand. "I know you well by repute, and I am very pleased to meet you. My name is Whitton Kersley Whitton." "Goodness!" ejaculated Olga. "Max might have told me!"
At eight A. M. of the 20th, we anchored with the whole of the convoy in Botany-bay, in eight fathoms water. As the ships were sailing in, a number of the natives assembled on the south shore, and, by their motions, seemed to threaten; they pointed their spears, and often repeated the words, wara, wara. The Supply had not gained more than forty hours of us, and the three transports twenty.
She looked up at him a quick gleam of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you," she said. "Yes, always." He still held her hand. "You know," he said, blundering awkwardly, "I always blamed myself that that I wasn't the one to be with you when you escaped from Wara. I might have been. But I I wasn't prepared to pay the possible price." She was still looking at him with those aloof, tragic eyes of hers.
And the few I was born with are invisible. Hence my failure to distinguish myself in the Army. It is to be hoped the deficiency will not blight my Parliamentary career also always supposing I get there." "Ah, but you did distinguish yourself. I heard once" the words came with slight hesitation "that you ought to have had the V.C. after the Wara expedition, only you refused it."
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