"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.
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