"Yes, but I can't conjure up a meal," said Sylvia.

"I can," he said. "There's a basket under the seat."

"How ripping!" she said. "I think you are the magician."

He smiled. "Rather a poor specimen, I am afraid. You go and
select the spot, and I will bring it along!"

Again she obeyed with cheerful alacrity. Her choice was
unhesitating. A large boulder threw an inviting shade, and she sat
down among the stones and took off her hat.

Her red-gold hair gleamed against the dark background. Burke
Ranger's eyes dwelt upon it as he moved to join her. She looked up
at him.

"I love this place. It feels so--good."

He glanced up at the brazen sky. "You wouldn't say so if you
wanted rain as badly as I do," he observed. "We haven't had nearly
enough this season. But I am glad you can enjoy it."

"I like it more and more," said Sylvia. She stretched an arm
towards the wide veldt all about them. "I am simply aching for a
gallop over that--a gallop in the very early morning, and to see
the sun rise from that knoll!"

"That's a _kopje_," said Burke.