had seemed the previous night. Guy could not really have changed
so fundamentally. Perhaps he only feared that she could not endure
poverty with him. If that were all, she would soon teach him
otherwise. All she wanted in life now was his love.

She had almost convinced herself that this was practically all she
had to contend with, and the ogre of her fears was well in the
background, when she finally left her room and went with some
uncertainty through the unfamiliar passages.

She found the entrance, but a crowd of curious Boers collected
about the door daunted her somewhat, and she was turning back from
their staring eyes when Burke Ranger suddenly strode through the
group and joined her.

She gave him a quick, half-startled glance as they met, and the
first thing that struck her about him was the obvious fact that he
had shaved. His eyes intercepted hers, and she saw the flicker of
a smile pass across them and knew he had read her thought.

She flushed as she held out her hand to him. "Good morning," she
said with a touch of shyness. "I hope you haven't been wasting
your time waiting for me."

He took her hand and turned her towards the small room in which
they had talked together the previous night. "No, I haven't wasted
my time," he said. "I hope you have had a good rest?"

"Oh, quite, thank you," she answered. "I slept like the dead. I
feel--fit for anything."