uis, out for their daily constitutional, leaning
over the railings and looking down into the stream below. Approaching
the bridge from the opposite direction were Lord Kitchener and his
A.D.C. on horseback, and the three parties met, as luck would have it,
in the centre of the bridge.

"The Consuls took off their hats in greeting to the ladies in the
carriage, and then turned in salutation to Lord Kitchener, but I wish
you could have seen the look Mr. Cinatti gave me, Hansie, as he
glanced from the document in my hands to Lord Kitchener's retreating
form. It spoke volumes, and I had the greatest difficulty in
preserving my gravity."

CHAPTER XIV

NEW DEVELOPMENTS

It was in the winter of 1901, while Hansie was at the Irene
Concentration Camp, as one of six volunteer nurses from Pretoria, that
Mrs. van Warmelo began her first adventures with the spies, and it has
always been a source of keen regret to Hansie that she was not in
Pretoria at the time. But one cannot have everything, and the
knowledge she gained in the Camp was more valuable to her than any
other experience she went through during the war.

I have merely touched on the Concentration Camps in the previous
chapter, for obvious reasons, and propose to entirely omit the events
of the two months Hansie spent in the Irene Camp.

As the six volunteer nurses were soon after expelled from the Camp by
the military authorities, there was, fortunately for her, no
opportunity of returning to her labour of love. Other duties awaited
her at home, however, and by degrees she came into full possession of
the facts connected with her mother's experiences during those months.

Amongst the men caught in Pretoria on June 5th, 1900, when the British
first entered the capital, were two heroes of this book, Mr. J. Naude
and W.J. Botha.

These men were destined, through their indecision in allowing
themselves to be caught like rats in a trap, to fulfil with honour a
role of great importance in the history of the war--a role unknown to
the world, and without which this book would probably not have been
written. Mr. Naude--who, by the way, was well known in town as beadle
of the Dutch Reformed Church on Church Square immediately opposite the
Government Buildings--had, after the first few days of uncertainty and
remorse, no intention whatever of remaining long in durance vile.

With a few comrades in the same predicament as himself, amongst whom
were Willem Botha a