That is Swart Dirk's saddle.

How did you get it ?" "I bought it from him," answered Jess without a moment's hesitation.

"I could get nothing to ride on." The Boer shook his head.

"There are plenty of saddles in Pretoria," he said, "and these are not the days when a man sells his saddle to an English girl.

Ah! and that other is a Boer saddle too.