She laughed, showing a charming line of teeth. “Oh no,” she said, “he was the only bad one—but, Captain Niel, I think you will find it fearfully dull. There are nothing but Boers about here, you know. No English people live nearer than Wakkerstroom.”
“You overlook yourself,” he said, bowing; for really this daughter of the wilderness had a very charming air about her.
“Oh,” she answered, “I am only a girl, you know, and besides, I am not clever. Jess, now—that’s my sister—Jess has been at school at Capetown, and she is clever. I was at Cape Town, too, though I didn’t learn much there. But, Captain Niel, both the horses have bolted; mine has gone home, and I expect yours has followed, and I should like to know how we are going to get up to Mooifontein—beautiful fountain, that’s what we call our place, you know. Can you walk?”
“I don’t know,” he answered doubtfully; “I’ll try. That bird has knocked me about a good deal,” and accordingly he staggered on to his legs, only to collapse with an exclamation of pain. His ankle was sprained, and he was so stiff and bruised that he could hardly stir. “How far is the house?” he asked.
“Only about a mile—just there; we shall see it from the crest of the rise. Look, I’m all right. It was silly to faint, but he kicked all the breath out of me,” and she got up and danced a little on the grass to show him. “My word, though, I am sore! You must take my arm, that’s all; that is if you don’t mind?”
“Oh dear no, indeed, I don’t mind,” he said laughing; and so they started, arm affectionately linked in arm.
CHAPTER II.
HOW THE SISTERS CAME TO MOOIFONTEIN
“Captain Niel,” said Bessie Croft—for she was named Bessie—when they had painfully limped one hundred yards or so, “will you think me rude if I ask you a question?”
“Not at all.”
“What has induced you to come and bury yourself in this place?”