The Tiger held the slip of paper and photograph side by side for a moment, and then slowly lit the former in the flame of the lamp. The women and children stood solemnly and watched the blaze. Only the pretty girl showed any emotion. The faded blue of her eyes seemed to darken. She said something. It sounded like "hands opper."[9] How the Dutch hate the English Africander! The Tiger only laughed as he said, "You wait here, sir, while I go round the premises. Come along, Mrs Pretorius." The Intelligence officer had not been alone five minutes before the door opened and the pretty daughter appeared with a glass of milk on a tray. The look of indignation had disappeared--a smile lurked on the pretty features. Now the Intelligence officer was tired and thirsty--a glass of milk was most refreshing. Moreover, he was an Englishman--a pretty face was not without its charms for him. _The Daughter._ "Please, sir, the Kharki[10] is taking Stephanus with him. You will not let him do that. There will be no one left to look after the farm and to protect us from the boys." _Intelligence Officer._ "Who is Stephanus?" _D._ "He does not stay here; he is" (_then the blue eyes filled with tears_)--"he is--my sweetheart!" _I. O._ (_softening_) "But we will not hurt him; you will have him back in a few days." _D._ "Who can say? You are going to make him fight, and then I shall never see him again. Oh, please, sir, don't take him" (_and a hand--a fair dimpled hand--rested on the Intelligence officer's sleeve_). _I. O._ (_moving uncomfortably_) "I am afraid that I must; but no harm shall come to him, that I promise!" _D._ "But he doesn't know the way, and you will shoot him if he shows you a wrong road." _I. O._ "He will know all that we want him to know." _D._ "Where will you want him to take you? I know he doesn't know the way." _I. O._ "Why, he has only to go to Britstown!" _D._ (_the tears drying_) "And you promise me that you will not harm him?" _I. O._ "Of course I won't." _D._ "Oh, thank you." She was gone, and the Intelligence officer was left to his own thoughts. It had slipped out unawares. He had been caught: he realised that much as soon as the word had left his lips. He had yet much to learn. There was a noise in the verandah. The Tiger had arrived with Stephanus, four ponies, and three native boys. "This will do for a start, sir; we will amplify on the march!" But as the Intelligence officer handed over his department to the quarter-guard of the 20th Dragoon Guards for safe keeping until the morrow, Miss Pretorius was saddling a pony in the kraal. She had to find her father before daybreak. Her father with his two sons was at Nieuwjaarsfontein! * * * * *