Presently he was back at the Cape again and at his escapades once more.

There were plenty of pretty girls, but none of them caught him, none of them could get hold of his heart; evidently he was not a marrying man.

And that was another marvel, another puzzle, and made no end of perplexed talk.

Once he was called in the night, an obstetric service, to do what he could for a woman who was believed to be dying.

He was prompt and scientific, and saved both mother and child.