etrayed the others would spare them.

One revelation after the other was made that day, and Hansie learnt
from some one, who said he was in possession of all the facts, that,
despicable though the treacherous spy's behaviour had been, he was not
responsible for the exposure of the Secret Service Committee.

Alas, no! the appearance of another traitor in our midst has to be
recorded here.

One of the young spies in the service of the Committee had been taken
by the enemy, how and where I am not at liberty to say, but there were
circumstances connected with his capture, and facts known to the enemy
of the hazardous part he had played on previous occasions, which made
it clear from the beginning that he would be convicted.

Some one who was allowed to visit him regularly in his cell told me
that he stood his trial bravely and steadfastly refused to betray a
single name to save himself. Threats and persuasions were of no
avail.

On Saturday night in his cell his death sentence was read to him.

The execution was to take place on Sunday morning at 6 o'clock, he was
told.

Incidentally his jailers informed him that there was still a chance
for him if he would give the authorities the names of some of the
people in town who were in communication with the Boers in the field.

He was then left to his pleasant reflections.

Reader, we must not be too harsh in our judgment of him. He was only a
boy, not yet twenty years of age, and we shall never know what anguish
of mind he endured that night.

When day broke he was in no way fit for the harrowing scene awaiting
him. His father, his sister, and his fiancee were admitted to his cell
at the fateful hour that morning, to take their last leave of him.

They clung to him, sobbing, wailing, and imploring him to give the
names of his fellow-conspirators. What arguments were brought to bear
upon him we shall never know.

He yielded, and in that God-forsaken cell on Sunday morning he gave
the names required of him, the five members of the Secret Committee
and other names familiar to us all, Jannie Joubert, Franz Smit,
Liebenberg, etc.

Ah, if he had been executed that day, how his memory would have been
revered by his friends and respected by his foes! But what was he
now?--a traitor, oh God! a traitor to his land and people!

And a coward too, base and craven-hearted, shielding his miserable
life with dishonour and treachery.

That the enemy would not have shot him in