Presently she started and said, "Ralph, do you remember this place?"

He glanced round and shook his head, for he was wondering whether he
would be able to lift the buck on to the horse without asking Suzanne to
help him.

"Look again," she said; "look at that flat stone and the mimosa tree
lying on its side near it."

Ralph dropped the leg of the buck and obeyed her, for he would always do
as Suzanne bade him, and this time it was his turn to start.

"Almighty!" he said, "I remember now. It was here that you found me,
Suzanne, after I was shipwrecked, and the tigers stared at us through
the boughs of that fallen tree," and he shivered a little, for the sight
of the spot brought back to his heart some of the old terrors which had
haunted his childhood.

"Yes, Ralph, it was here that I found you. I heard the sound of your
voice as you knelt praying on this stone, and I followed it. God heard
that prayer, Ralph."

"And sent an angel to save me in the shape of a little maid," he
answered; adding, "Don't blush so red, dear, for it is true that ever
since that day, whenever I think of angels, I think of you; and whenever
I think of you I think of angels, which shows that you and the angels
must be close together."

"Which shows that you are a wicked and silly lad to talk thus to a Boer