Well, she would write to him, since it must be so, and bid him one word of farewell.

She could not go without that, though how her letter was to reach John she knew not, unless indeed Jantje could find him and deliver it.

She had a pencil, and in the breast of her dress was the Boer pass, the back of which, stained as it was with water, would serve the purpose of paper.

She found it, and, bending forward towards the light, placed it on her knees.
"Good-bye," she wrote, "good-bye! We can never meet again, and it is better that we never should in this world.

I believe that there is another.