Between Snow and Fire — page 67: what you’re looking at

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- # THE DOG.” 59 = “THE TAIL WAGS 7 of a light dress in the veranda. Manya morning had he thus returned from a ride without so much as a heartstir- ring. Yet now it was different. The ice had been broken. A new light had been let in—a sweet new light, glowing around his path like a ray of Paradise. They understood each other at last. Yet did they? How would she receive him—how greet him after the disclosure of last night? Would she have thought better of it? For the first time in his life he felt his confidence fail him. “ Hallo, Eustace! Thought you had trekked off some- where for the day,’ growled Carhayes, meeting him in the doorway. “Been looking up some of your blanket friends ?”’ “Where are you off to yourself, Tom?” was the reply. For the other was got up in riding boots and breeches, as if for a journey. “To Komgha—I’m going over to lay an information against — Nteya. I'll have the old sche/m in the tron by to-night.” ‘Not much to be taken by that, is there? Just come this way a minute, will you? I’ve heard something you may as well know.” With a mutter and a growl Carhayes joined him outside. In a few words Eustace conveyed to him Neandtku’s warning. It was received characteristically—with a shout of scornful laughter. “Gammon, my dear chap. I never funked a nigger yet and I never will. And, I say. You'd better take a ride round presently and look after the sheep. I’ve been obliged to put on Josdne’s small boy in Goniwe’s place, and he may not be up tothe mark. I daresay I'll be back before dark.” “ Well, the sheep will have to take their chance, Tom. I’m not going out of call of the homestead while Eanswyth is left here alone.” “Bosh!” returned Carhayes. “She don’t mind. Has she not been left alone here scores of times? However, do as you like. I must be off.” They had been walking towards the stable during this conversation. Carhayes led forth his horse, mounted, and rode away. Eustace put up his, and having cut up acouple of bundles of oat-hay—for they were short of hands—took his way to the house. (E(o) m Gomilcboo