CHAPTER 2.VIII.The Kopje.
"Good morning!" Em, who was in the storeroom measuring the Kaffer's rations, looked up and saw her former lover standing betwixt her and the sunshine.

For some days after that evening on which he had ridden home whistling he had shunned her.

She might wish to enter into explanations, and he, Gregory Rose, was not the man for that kind of thing.

If a woman had once thrown him overboard she must take the consequences, and stand by them.

When, however, she showed no inclination to revert to the past, and shunned him more than he shunned her, Gregory softened.
"You must let me call you Em still, and be like a brother to you till I go," he said; and Em thanked him so humbly that he wished she hadn't.