erating bundle. "No we haven't. Only mules."

"It's all right, Dick. Put that in somewhere," was the serene answer.
"Only, don't squash it more than you can help, because there are things
in it that'll spoil."

Fullerton grunted, and the work of packing and stowing went on, the
bulkier and heavier articles of baggage having been fastened on behind
with reins.

"That's all right," said Wyndham, looking up from the last buckle. "Now
I think we can all get in."

It had taken some little while and a great deal of importunity to bring
Richard Fullerton round to the Buluwayo scheme, and even then his
womenkind had given every reason but the real one for wanting to go
there. He was endowed with his full share of obstinacy; however, he
came round at last. At last! Just so. A great deal was destined to
turn upon those two monosyllables.

"You take the lines first stage, Fullerton, or shall I?" asked Wyndham,
the outfit being, in fact, his property. On hearing of the Fullertons'
projected move he had immediately proffered it, and volunteered to drive
them himself. Such an opportunity of being in Clare's society for three
whole days was one not to be thrown away, and of showing to advantage
before her during the time, for he was a first-rate whip. Fullerton was
not.

"Er--you'd better tool us, I think," said the latter. "I might be able
to drive four-in-hand, but I believe I'd be rather out of it with
eight."

"Oh, it's just as easy. Still--do as you like." And Wyndham, climbing
to his seat, took the reins, and away went the team at a brisk trot. It
was a lovely morning, but inclined to be hot, and as they topped the
mimosa-studded rise, and in a minute Gandela was shut out of sight
behind them, there was a sense of exhilaration permeating the whole
party which promised that the trip was likely to prove an enjoyable one.

"Well, Lucy," said Fullerton, expanding accordingly, "I believe I'm
rather glad you two girls persuaded me into this run. A spell at the
Buluwayo Club will come in first-rate. You get rather sick of a poky
little hole like Gandela."

"Pity you wouldn't let yourself be `persuaded' a week ago," rapped out
the conjugal retort. "Or even more. You'd have been in the thick of
the Buluwayo Club at this moment."

"Yes, you took a deal of persuading, Dick," supported Clare. "It would
have been much better if we had started a week earlier."

There was an unconscious gravity in her tone tha