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She told me then about Miss Dent's dashing up to Johannesburg after Vlaakfontein." "She went to see her cousin." "She also went to see you." Carew's emphatic pause was broken by the coming of the nurse, who bent over the bed, raising her brows inquiringly, as she laid two fingers on Weldon's wrist. Carew took the obvious hint. "I hope I've not stopped too long," he said, as he rose.
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. Weldon?" she said quietly. "Captain Frazer spoke of you, a week ago.
Else she will only recover in order to fall ill again." "Oh." Weldon's tone was still blank. "And shall you go ashore?" She shook her head. "I am sorry. You would find any amount to see." "I am sorry, too," she said frankly. "Still, I don't see how I can, without Miss Arthur." His hands in his pockets, Weldon took a dozen steps in doubtful silence.
"Yes," he often repeated; "if, on board of the 'Pilgrim, I had known all that a sailor should know, what misfortunes we would have escaped!" Thus spoke Dick Sand. At the age of eighteen he finished with distinction his hydrographical studies, and, honored with a brevet by special favor, he took command of one of Mr. Weldon's vessels.
By degrees, the color came back to his face, his lean figure lost something of its lankness, his tread grew firmer and more alert. But the old shadow still lingered in his eyes; the strained lines about his lips did not relax. Weldon's mental healing kept no pace with his physical one. By degrees, too, his table littered itself with cards of invitation.
The "Pilgrim's" passengers could see flights of birds excited in the pursuit of the smallest fishes, birds which, before winter, fly from the cold climate of the poles. And more than once, Dick Sand, a scholar of Mrs. Weldon's in that branch as in others, gave proofs of marvelous skill with the gun and pistol, in bringing down some of those rapid-winged creatures.
You'll get there," he said, as the next in line dashed past him. "The hill is Weldon's. Mind you hold it for him. The devil is in him, and he's bound to win." On top of the hill, six Boers were huddled in the scant shelter of a few low, scattered rocks tufted with a bunch of brush whose bleached stalks marked the darkness with a pale line of range for their fire. The next volley went astray.
In food, in arms, in munitions, they were more than provided for. Meanwhile, Dick Sand, by Mrs. Weldon's advice, did not neglect to take all the money which he found on board about five hundred dollars. That was a small sum, indeed! Mrs. Weldon had carried a larger amount herself and she did not find it again.
He threw on his bathrobe and went to the door of Arthur Weldon's room, arousing the young man with a rap on the panels. "The settlement at Royal is burning," he reported. Arthur came out, very weary and drowsy, for he had not been asleep long and the strenuous work of the night had tired him. "Let it burn," he said, glancing through a window at the lurid light of the conflagration.
The business could not hold young Weldon's vacillant temperament for long; neither could Diana. As a matter of fact his heart, more staunch than he himself suspected, had never wavered much from Louise. Yet pride forbade his attempting to renew their former relations.
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