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Chapter Nine.
“What a Man Soweth.”
“Percy, I want you to ride part of the way back with me.”
“Delighted, old chap. But—”
“There’s no ‘but’ in the case at all. To be plain, you must.”
“It isn’t to talk any more about—er—what we were on to last night, is it? Because that’s settled.”
“Well, it concerns that, for it concerns her, and you’ve got to hear it.”
“But I don’t want to. And I shan’t believe it if I do,” was the reply, shortly made.
The two were standing by the cattle-kraal, which contained a troop of horses just driven in from the veldt. In the thick of them, armed with halters and reims, two Kaffir servants and a Hottentot were catching out those required. In front of the house Bayfield’s spider was being inspanned.