"There's a waterhole down in the kloof, if it's not too cold for you. Take the path that leads by Tom's hut. You can't miss it." "Right, I'll chance the cold. Got a towel? Ah, thanks." "That fellow's a great subject of anxiety to me, Glanton," said the Major, after Falkner had gone out. "I feel in a sort of way responsible for him. He was in the Service for a few years, then chucked it suddenly, for no other reason than to go tea-planting in Ceylon with some infernal swindler who persuaded him to invest what he'd got, in a partnership, and then skinned him of the whole lot. His father was simply frantic with him." "I can imagine he would be." "So can I, after the expense and trouble he had been put to in getting this young fool into the Service at all, then to have him chuck it all up! He wouldn't do anything more for him; shut the door in his face and told him to go to the devil. He didn't go to the devil; he came to me." "I'm sure he chose the right alternative, Major," I said, when I had recovered from the roar into which this way of putting it had sent me. "Well, you see it's a grave responsibility, and if he throws up this I don't know what'll become of him. He's got nothing in the world but what he has invested in a little stock on my place, and as for getting him a bunk, why I haven't influence enough to get him one as boot-black to a club." "Well, he mustn't throw it up, that's all," I said. "That's what I tell him. But he's so restless, swears the life's slow here. Bad-tempered too, and always kicking up rows with the niggers. Yes, he's a great anxiety to me." As to the last I thought as coming from Major Sewin it was a good deal of the pot calling the kettle black. For the rest his revelations as to Falkner's prospects, or the lack of them, were not unpleasing to me, if only that the uncomfortable thought which had beset me last night could have had no foundation. This was mean but I suppose it was natural, and, as a set off, may be accepted the fact that I would willingly have done the youngster any good turn within my power. I felt flattered too that the old gentleman should discuss with me what was, after all, a family matter. "I can readily imagine it," I answered. "But he'll have too much sense, I should think, to do anything so foolish. And then, too, Major, I should think the ladies' influence would--" "Ah, now, it's just that which--" But what "that" was I was not fated to know, for I heard my name called in Mrs Sewin's voice, and had to hurry away, to find out what was wanted. Also, I thought the speaker had checked himself as though about to say too much. "We never slept more comfortably in our lives than in that waggon of yours, Mr Glanton," said the youngest girl, as we all met for an early breakfast. "Did we, Aida?"