On the further side a similar steep ascent led up again.
"Ritter Spruit," said Ranger. "It"s not deep enough to be dangerous. Hold on! We shall soon be through."
He spoke to the horses and they gathered themselves as if for a race. They thundered down the incline and were dashing through the stony watercourse almost before Sylvia, clinging dazed to her seat, realized what was happening. Her sensations were indescribable.
The water splashed high around them, and every bone in her body seemed to suffer a separate knock or jar. If Ranger had not previously impressed her with his level-headedness she would have thought him mad. But her confidence in him remained unshaken, and in a very few seconds it proved to be justified. They were through the spruit and halfway up the further side before she drew breath.
Then she found that they were slackening pace.
She turned to Ranger with kindling eyes. "Oh, you are a sportsman!" she said. "How I should love to be able to drive like that!"
He smiled without turning his head. "I"m afraid this last is a man"s job. So you are awake now, are you? I was afraid you were going to tumble out."
She laughed. "The heat makes one drowsy. I shall get used to it."
He was pulling in the horses. "There"s some shade round the corner. We"ll rest for an hour or two."
"I shall like that," said Sylvia.
A group of small larch-trees grew among the stones at the top of the slope, and by these he stopped. Sylvia looked around her with appreciation as she alighted.
"I am going to like South Africa," she said,
"I wonder!" said Ranger.
He began to unbuckle the traces, and she went round to the other side and did the same.
"Poor dears, they are hot!" she said.
"Don"t you do that!" said Ranger.
She was tugging at the buckle. "Why not? I like doing it. I love horses, don"t you? But I know you do by the way you handle them.
Do you do your own horse-breaking? That"s a job you might give me."
"Am I going to find you employment, then?" said Burke.
She laughed a little, bending her flushed face down. "Don"t women do any work out here?"
"Yes. They work jolly hard, some of "em."
"Are you married?" said Sylvia.
"No."
She heaved a sigh.
"Sorry?" he enquired.
She finished her task and looked up. Her frank eyes met his across the horses" backs. "No. I think I"m rather glad. I don"t like feminine authority at all."
"That means you like your own way," observed Burke.
She nodded. "Yes. But I don"t always get it."
"Are you a good loser?" he said.
She hesitated. "I hope I"m a sportsman. I try to be."
He moved to the horses" heads. "Come and hold this animal for me while I hobble the other!" he said.
She obeyed him readily. There was something of boyish alertness in her movements that sent a flicker of approval into the man"s eyes.
She drew the horse"s head to her breast with a crooning sound.
"He is a bit tricky with strangers," observed Burke, as he led the other away.
"Oh, not with me!" said Sylvia, "He knows I love him."
When he returned to relieve her of her charge she was kissing the forehead between the full soft eyes that looked at her with perfect confidence.
"See!" she said. "We are friends already."
"I shall call you The Enchantress," said Burke. "Will you see if you can find a suitable spot for a picnic now?"
"Yes, but I can"t conjure up a meal," said Sylvia.
"I can," he said. "There"s a basket under the seat."
"How ripping!" she said. "I think you are the magician."
He smiled. "Rather a poor specimen, I am afraid. You go and select the spot, and I will bring it along!"
Again she obeyed with cheerful alacrity. Her choice was unhesitating. A large boulder threw an inviting shade, and she sat down among the stones and took off her hat.
Her red-gold hair gleamed against the dark background. Burke Ranger"s eyes dwelt upon it as he moved to join her. She looked up at him.
"I love this place. It feels so--good."
He glanced up at the brazen sky. "You wouldn"t say so if you wanted rain as badly as I do," he observed. "We haven"t had nearly enough this season. But I am glad you can enjoy it."
"I like it more and more," said Sylvia. She stretched an arm towards the wide veldt all about them. "I am simply aching for a gallop over that--a gallop in the very early morning, and to see the sun rise from that knoll!"
"That"s a _kopje_," said Burke.
Again half-unconsciously his eyes dwelt upon her vivid face. She seemed to draw his look almost in spite of him. He set down the basket by her side.
"Am I to unpack?" said Sylvia.
He dropped his eyes. "No. I will. It isn"t much of a feed; only enough to keep us from starvation. Tell me some more about yourself! Tell me about your people--your home!"
"Have you never heard of me before?" she asked. "Did--Guy--never speak of me?"