stled for the authorities to
come off and give instructions as to where it was to berth, he had
become quite an ordinary individual once more, and there was nothing
noticeable about this strong, broad-shouldered young Englishman save the
fact that he walked with a slight limp. It was a glorious morning when
Mr and Mrs Hunter and the two boys landed, and as they were not to
take the train for Johannesburg till the following day, Wilfred was able
to escort Jack round the town and out into the country.

Jack enjoyed it all immensely. The streets were much the same as in
London, and in many respects it reminded him of home. But the people
walking about were different; Englishmen were certainly in evidence, but
there was a good sprinkling of other nationalities, French, German,
Kafir, and especially Dutch.

The country outside, however, was very different. The vegetation, of a
semi-tropical nature, was more luxuriant and green, while the scorching
sun overhead, and the dusty roads underfoot, which reflected the
dazzling rays, were a complete change from what he had known in this
country.

Still, in spite of the glaring sun there was no doubt of the
picturesqueness of Cape Town, backed as it was by its green slopes and
fields, and frowned over by the sharply-cut summit of Table Mountain.

Two days later the party arrived in Johannesburg, tired and weary after
their long railway journey.

"Now, Jack, you must do just as you like while you are here," said Mr
Hunter a few days after they had reached this modern city in which the
Uitlander population of the Transvaal had, for the most part, taken up
its residence. "Of course you will want to see Pretoria, and get a peep
at his honour, dear old Kruger, whom we Englishmen love so much. Then,
perhaps, you would like to accompany me to Kimberley. I go there about
twice a month, and though it is a dusty, uninteresting sort of place at
first sight, yet I think I can promise to open your eyes when I show you
the mines. You have heard of them, of course, and are aware that they
are valued at millions of pounds. On our way there, or on our return,
we could take a peep at Bloemfontein, the capital of the Orange Free
State, where President Steyn has his residence. It will be all new to
you, and, I dare say, sufficiently interesting."

"Thank you very much, Mr Hunter!" Jack replied. "I am already awfully
interested, and should certainly like to see all there is in the
coun