e two men, saw the significant glances they exchanged, and caught
the whispered:

"It is all right."

"No, old man," he thought, "it is all wrong, and you have been my
dupe."

The men then turned to him, telling him that if he were visited by a
spy again he was to take him in and report him at the Charge Office.

"Right," he replied. "I will do so." And on his homeward way he
congratulated himself with the thought that he had no doubt been
entered on the lists as a "faithful British subject."

This incident was followed, as far as he was concerned, by
far-reaching consequences. Not only was he left with his family in the
undisturbed security of his home-life after that, but he was able to
carry on his work on the Committee in perfect safety, and when
eventually the darkness closed over him in his prisoner's cell, he
felt assured that this would count in favour of his wife and family.

Many were the men led by him through the streets of Pretoria to the
spot where the burghers awaited them, countless and valuable the
services rendered to the Boer commandos, innumerable the acts of
kindness and charity performed by this brave burgher of Transvaal.

Mr. Colin Logan, who gave up an excellent position in the bank, was
one of the men escorted out by him in order to join the Boer forces.

Riding slowly on his bicycle, with Mr. Logan walking beside him, they
passed through a group of military tents, almost touching the soldiers
as they sat around their camp-fires.

Not a shadow of suspicion could be roused by their calm behaviour, and
they reached the burghers without any difficulty.

While they were exchanging a few words of greeting, the sudden,
furious barking of the dogs at the Lunatic Asylum, not far from them,
warned them of danger, and, taking a hasty leave, the burghers
disappeared noiselessly into the darkness, and Mr. Hattingh literally
tore home across the veld on his bicycle, clearing holes and jumping
over stones in his mad career. He was able to reach his home just in
time to be under shelter when the "curfew" rang 10 o'clock, the hour
at which all respectable citizens, carrying residential passes, were
supposed to be indoors.

What eventually became of Mr. Hattingh and the other members of the
Committee we shall see as our story proceeds.

CHAPTER XX

THANKSGIVING AND HUMILIATION

The documents sent out to General Botha, and referred to in Chapter
XV, were connected with the report of the