ht, their hostesses hung on
every word, their hearts full of admiration and respect for men so
brave, so strong and calm, facing death a thousand times without
flinching, looking their troubles philosophically in the face,
trusting implicitly in their God.

The faith of Captain Naude was sublime.

By degrees they got the story of their entering into the town from
them.

It seemed that at this time Pretoria was so well guarded that it was
almost impossible for the wiliest of spies to pass through the
sentries unobserved, but, after much cautious inspection, one single
unguarded spot had been found, the drift of the Aapies River, over
which the S.E. railway bridge passed. This drift, which was about
twenty feet wide, was so completely fenced in with a network of barbed
wire that it was evidently not considered necessary to place sentinels
there. By throwing over their parcels first and working away the
ground for more than an hour under the barbed wire, the men were able
to crawl and wriggle their way through the barrier.

They made it a rule never to clip the wires around the town, because
this would betray the route used by them, but out in the veld no wire
fences were spared.

When they had removed the worst traces of dust and dirt from their
clothes they walked boldly through the streets, Naude in the uniform
of an English officer and Venter and Brenckmann, as his orderlies,
dressed in khaki.

They were anxious to get under cover before the full light of day
overtook them, but none of them knew where Harmony was, and they
actually walked over the lower portion of Harmony's grounds, across
the main road and over the Sunnyside bridge, hiding themselves in the
thick poplar bushes beside the river. Here three Kaffir police sprang
up and saluted Naude as he passed. But for his uniform, he and his men
would have been lost.

After a short consultation it was decided that Brenckmann should risk
walking through the town in daylight to his home in Arcadia and send
some one in the evening to escort Naude and Venter to Harmony.

The two men had a terrible day in the bush, lying as flat as possible
in the choking heat, without food and nothing to drink but a little
filthy water in a hole near by.

When night fell Brenckmann sent his sister, with one of Venter's, to
their hiding-place, and then the search for Harmony began. It was the
unsuspecting Flippie, lounging about the streets after his day's work
was done, who g