THE COMRADE That twenty-mile ride in Burke Ranger's high cart, with a pair of skittish young horses pulling at the reins, was an experience never to be eradicated from Sylvia's memory.

They followed a course across the veldt that began as a road and after a mile or two deteriorated into a mere rough track.

Up and down many slopes they travelled, but the far hills never seemed to draw any nearer.

Here and there they passed kopjes stacked against the blazing blue of the sky.

They held a weird attraction for her.