However, it's no use talking about it, so I'm off to fetch our rations.

Let's see, have you everything you want ?" "Everything, thanks." "Well, then, mind you stop quiet till I come back." "Why," laughed John, "I am as strong as a horse." "Possibly; but that is what the doctor said, you know.

Good-bye!" and Jess took her big basket and started on what John used feebly to call her "rational undertaking." She had not gone fifty paces from the door before she suddenly caught sight of a familiar form seated on a familiar pony.

The form was fat and jovial-looking, and the pony was small but also fat.

It was Hans Coetzee--none other! Jess could hardly believe her eyes.