One quick glance from Nidia Commerell's blue eyes as they shot by, and John Ames was thrown right back into all that futile vein of meditation which he had only just succeeded in putting behind him. The offender, meanwhile, was delivering herself on the subject of him to her companion in no uncertain terms.

"Susie, that's the man who was sitting at our table. I think we'll get to know him. He looks nice, and, as he bikes, he'll come in handy as escort to a pair of unprotected females."

"How do you know he'll appreciate the distinction you propose to confer upon him? He may not, you know. He looks reserved."

"Oh, he's only shy. Say something civil to him to-night at dinner.

We'll soon get him out of his sh.e.l.l. He only wants a little judicious drawing out."

The other looked dubious. "I don't know," she said. "I'm not sure we hadn't better leave him alone. You see, I'm responsible for your good behaviour now, Nidia; and really it is a responsibility. I don't like being a party to adding this unfortunate man's to your string of scalps."

We regret to record that at this juncture Nidia's exceedingly pretty mouth framed but one word of one syllable. This was it:

"Bosh!"

"No, it isn't bosh," went on her friend, emphatically. "And, the worst of it is, they all take it so badly; and this one looks as if he'd be no exception to the general rule, but very much the reverse. I don't know what there is about you, but you really ought to be cloistered, my child; you're too dangerous to be at large."

"Susie, dry up! We'll exploit our interesting stranger this evening, that is, presently; and now I think we'd better turn, for after three weeks of the ship I can't ride any further with the slightest hope of getting back to-night."

The upshot of all this was that when the two sat down to dinner they gave John Ames the "Good evening" with just as much geniality as the frigidity of English manners would allow to be manifested when outside England towards the only other occupant of the same table. It sufficed for its purposes, and soon the three were in converse.

"We pa.s.sed each other on the road this evening," said John Ames. "It was some way out, and I wonder you got back in time. Are you fond of bicycling?"

"We simply live on our bikes when the weather is decent," replied Nidia.

"This seems a good locality for it. The roads are splendid, aren't they?"

"Yes. I generally wheel down to Muizenberg or Kalk Bay for a puff of sea air. It's refreshing after the up-country heat."

"Sea air? But can you get to the sea so soon?" said Mrs Bateman, surprised.

"Oh yes. In less than an hour."

Both then began to enthuse about the sea, after the British method, which was the more inexplicable considering they had just had three weeks of it, and that viewed from its very worst standpoint--_upon_ it, to wit. They must go there to-morrow. Was it easy to find the way?

And so forth. What could John Ames do but volunteer to show it them?-- which offer was duly accepted. Things were now upon a good understanding.

"Do they ride bikes much up-country--I think you said you were from up-country, did you not?" said Nidia, artlessly, with that quick lift of the eyelids.

"Oh yes, a good deal. But it's more for the hard practical purpose of getting from one place to another than just riding about for fun. It strikes one though, if one has any imagination, as a sample of the way in which this aggressive civilisation of ours wedges itself in everywhere. You are right away in the veldt, perhaps only just scared away a clump of sable or roan antelope, or struck the fresh spoor of a brace of business-like lions, when you look up, and there are two fellows whirring by on up-to-date bikes. You give each other a pa.s.sing shout and they are gone."

"Yes. It is a contrast, if one has an imagination," said Nidia. "But not everybody has. Don't you think so?"

"Certainly. But when a man lives a good deal alone, and sees comparatively little of his kind, it is apt to stimulate that faculty."

Nidia looked interested. The firm, quiet face before her, the straight glance of the grey eyes, represented a character entirely to her liking, she decided. "Is it long since you came out?" she asked.

"Well, in the sense you mean I can't be said to have come out at all, for I was born and bred out here--in Natal, at least. But I have been in England."

"Really? I thought you were perhaps one of the many who had come out during the last few years."

"Am I not colonial enough?" said John Ames, with a quiet laugh.

"N-no. At least, I don't mean that--in fact, I don't know what I do mean," broke off Nidia, with a perfectly disarming frankness.

"Do you know Bulawayo at all?"

The diversion came from the third of the trio.

"Oh yes; I have just come from up that way."

"Really. I wonder if you ever met my husband. He is a mining engineer.

Bateman our name is."

John Ames thought.

"The name doesn't seem altogether unknown to me," he said. "The fact is I am very seldom in Bulawayo. My district lies away out in the wilds, and very wild indeed it is."

"What sort of a place is Bulawayo?"

"Oh, a creditable township enough, considering that barely three years ago it was a vast savage kraal, and, barring a few traders, there wasn't a white man in the country."

"But isn't it full of savages now?" struck in Nidia.

"Yes; there are a good few--not right around Bulawayo, though. Are you likely to be going up there?"

"We are, a little later," replied Mrs Bateman. "This is fortunate.

You will be able to tell us all about it."

"With pleasure. I shall be too happy to give you any information I can."

"Is it safe up there?" said Nidia. "Is there no fear of those dreadful savages rising some night and killing us all?"

Unconsciously the official reserve came over John Ames. He had more than once predicted to himself and one or two confidential friends such a contingency as by no means outside the bounds of practical politics, almost invariably to be laughed at for his pains. Now he replied:

"Everything that precaution can do is against it. They are carefully supervised; in fact, it is my own particular business to supervise a considerable section of them."

"Really? But how do you talk, to them? Can they talk English?"

John Ames smiled. "You forget I mentioned that I was raised in Natal."

"Of course. How stupid I am!" declared Nidia. "And so you know their language and have to look after them? Isn't it very exciting?"

"No; deplorably prosaic. There are points of interest about the work, though."

"And you keep them in order, and know all that's going on?"

"We try to; and I think on the whole we succeed fairly well."

But at that very moment Shiminya the sorcerer was dooming to death two persons, and filling with seditious venom the minds of three chiefs of importance within the speaker's district.