"It means," said Jack, "that you seem to have struck a streak of luck; in two days you run across both of them and make yourself agreeable. Did she invite you to call on them?"
"Yes," I answered, "in a civil sort of way; didn't appear as if she cared whether I called or not."
"Well, probably she didn't," said Harry; "but she couldn't very well avoid doing so after you'd killed a buffalo for her. One must show a little appreciation of courtesy even in South Africa. I suppose you'll call?"
CHAPTER VIII.
AFRICAN HORSE-SICKNESS—TWO NARROW ESCAPES IN
ELEPHANT-HUNTING—JACK AND HIS HORSE.
"That's a very natural supposition," I replied; "of course I shall. After being here in this country for weeks without hearing a feminine voice or seeing a white woman's face, any one who calls himself a man would gladly accept an invitation like that. I shall certainly drop in at their camp the first time I'm that way."
"Yes, and you'll make it your way very soon," said Jack; "I would if it were my case."
"Are we in it at all?" said Harry. "Did your invitation include your friends?"
"Not as yet," said I, "but I presume it will in due course of time. At any rate, when I do visit their camp I'll mention you, as I have already, and will give you good characters—that is, as good as I can."
"Thank you," said Jack; "and we'll promise when our turn comes that we'll sound your praises."