e shortly in the deep
furrow along which they had to creep to reach the wire fence,
cautiously wending their way to friends and liberty, when some one
came running after them, shouting to them to stop.

It was van der Westhuizen with a parcel they had left in the cab.

In this way the three men left the town with the railway time-table,
not to come in again until September 10th.

My readers will remember the five men who were cut off from their
refuge in the Skurvebergen some time back, and one of whom Mrs. van
Warmelo had refused to harbour.

I shall not name them, for I do not feel myself justified in damning
the reputation of the Boer traitors for ever by publishing their
names, but the events I am about to relate cannot be excluded without
changing the entire character of this story.

These men had been concealed by other friends, and when the scare was
over they escaped from Pretoria to the commandos. They had nearly been
forgotten when news reached the capital of their capture by the enemy,
five of them in all, and of their imprisonment in jail.

While their life hung in the balance a time of nervous dread, not to
be forgotten, was passed through, for they would either be shot as
spies or they could save themselves by betraying their friends.

The suspense was soon over.

One of them--the very one, in fact, who had been refused admittance to
Harmony through Mrs. van Warmelo's prudence, turned King's evidence
and, to save his own precious skin, revealed the names of the good
friends who had sheltered him at their own peril.

Rumour said that two of the betrayed would be shot on the evidence he
gave against them.

Not only the names of his friends in town did he betray, but he also
told the authorities how and when and where the spies came in, the
names of the men who worked with him on commando, and the families who
harboured them in town.

More than eighty people were incriminated.

On every side whole families were arrested, the men being put into
jail, while their women and children were sent away to Concentration
Camps.

My readers must understand that this was an entirely different set of
people, not known to those at Harmony, and with whom they had had no
dealings. It was no credit to Hansie that she and her mother were not
on the list of the betrayed. She remembered with humility and shame
her unreasonable fit of temper when her mother refused to harbour the
traitor, and determined to give e