“You are angry,” she said quietly.
“They threatened to flog me—me—a Boer in my own country. Verdomde, when my people hear of it they will whip every uitlander in the place.”
“Perhaps they will ask your forgiveness; and what has brought you here?”
“I followed you,” he said.
“Yes, true, you followed me, and why?”
“Because—because—” He dropped his eyes.
“Because I rode away?”
“Yes, on my horse.”
“It was your horse you wanted, then?”
“Yes—no—it was you, and my horse which had run away with you.”