o be indoors.

Finding himself near a small camp of soldiers in the vicinity of the
Pretoria West Station, he cautiously crept into one of the tents,
where he found a solitary soldier, sound asleep. Without a moment's
hesitation, he stretched himself down on the ground beside him,
thinking over the tragic events of that awful Sunday evening and
dozing off at intervals, from sheer exhaustion of mind and body.

During the night another soldier, evidently returning from duty as
guard or outpost, entered the tent and lay beside him on the other
side.

So he spent the night between two British soldiers, and with the first
approach of dawn he cautiously and stealthily extricated himself from
his perilous position and made his way to town.

* * * * *

Three or four days after the perfidious betrayal of the Secret Service
men the Committee was staggered with the tidings of the execution of
their comrades, Krause and Venter, in the prison-yard of the old
Pretoria jail.

The third, the nameless one, had, it was said, saved himself by
turning King's evidence.

Of their last days on earth nothing will ever be known, but those of
us blessed or cursed with the divine and cruel gift of imagination see
in our mind's eye two men in prison-cells in solitary confinement, one
a broken-hearted husband, the other the beloved son of a widowed
mother.

Wounded and suffering they lie on their last bed of pain. Friendless
and alone they await the untimely end of their brief but glorious
career. Longing, with all the weakness of the human heart, for one
last look of love, one reassuring clasp from a tender woman's hand,
they prepare themselves to meet the death they have faced so often and
so manfully in their heroic struggle for liberty and independence.

Fear? Despair?

No--a thousand times, No!

Could there have been fear or despair in the hearts of those two men,
with the knowledge beating in their brains that they held their lives
in their own hands, that one word from them of information against
their fellow-workers could avert their doom, and that they, and they
alone, could save themselves at the sacrifice of honour and fidelity?

How in the end they met their fate we do not know--we can but dimly
guess.

The painful task of acquainting Mrs. Krause with the fate of her
husband fell to the lot of Mr. Botha and Mr. Hocke.

As she would probably be destitute, the two men decided to collect a