With a celestial smile, Miss Jenvie said:  “I beg your pardon, Mr. Sedgwick.  Mr. Jordan is not needed, except as a pleasant addition to our company.”

They all mounted and rode away.  It was a jolly party.  Grace and Rose rode with two of the officers; two of the officers’ wives were escorted by Sedgwick and Browning.

As they rode, Sedgwick kept patting his horse, and in a little while so won his confidence that he was able to rub his whip all about his head.

They stopped at a roadside inn for luncheon, and returned in the cool of the afternoon.

By this time Sedgwick’s horse had apparently given his rider his full faith, and Sedgwick, in sharp contrast with the other gentlemen, sat him in true cowboy style.  They were riding at a brisk pace, when the hat of one of the ladies was caught in a flurry of wind and carried twenty or thirty yards to the rear.  The others began to pull in their horses, when Sedgwick, like a flash, whirled his horse about, and, calling to him, the horse sprang forward at full speed.  All turned, and the ladies screamed, as they thought Sedgwick was falling.  He had ridden, not directly for the hat, but to one side until close upon it, then, turning his horse, he went down at the same moment, seized the plume of the hat, regained his upright attitude, and came smiling back, though the horse, not accustomed to such performances, was snorting and bounding like a deer.

All hands were delighted, and Grace shot out to Sedgwick such a look of pride and love that his heart beat a tattoo for a quarter of an hour.

The officer who owned the saddle was most profuse in his expressions of delight.  “Give up America, my friend,” he said; “come and be an Englishman and join my regiment.  We will get you a commission, and supply every chance for promotion.”

Sedgwick thanked him, and assured him that he would duly consider the offer.

The old English Colonel took a great fancy to Sedgwick.  After dinner, the day of the ride, he sought him out, and they conversed together for two or three hours; or, rather, the Colonel talked and Sedgwick listened.  The Colonel had been sent on many a service by his government; he was a keen observer, had good descriptive powers, and was an interesting talker.  Moreover, he liked to hear himself converse.

Having visited South Africa a few months before, he described the country minutely, its topography, its flora and fauna, its geological presentations, and expatiated upon its promising future.  Sedgwick was very greatly interested, and with his retentive memory the facts were fixed upon his mind.

As they were about separating, Sedgwick said:  “You ask me to leave my native land and make this my country.  I understand you, and appreciate the offer, but you do not comprehend the Great Republic at all.  England, at the beginning of this century, was well-nigh the anchor of civilization.  By the end of the next century England will be in cap and slippers, and her children across the sea will have to be her protector.  The American who gives up his native land for any other is a renegade son.”