The little chauffeur rose and followed her swift and retreating figure down the platform. Far down the train Joe who was leaning out of a window exchanged words with her as she came up. "I don't like it, sir," Alf said, low. "Dirty business I call it. Somebody ought to interfere if pore old Ern won't." Joe now looked along the train at him with a scowl. "Ah, you!" came the engineer's scolding voice, loud yet low. "Dirty tyke! Drop it!" "Well, between you she ought to be well looked after," muttered the Colonel getting into the carriage. A fortnight later the Colonel was being driven home by Alf from a meeting of the League at Battle. Mrs. Lewknor, whose hostel was thriving now, had stood him the drive and accompanied him. It was a perfect evening as they slid along over Willingdon Levels and entered the outskirts of the town. Opposite the Recreation Ground Alf slowed down and, slewing round, pointed. On a platform a man, bareheaded beneath the sky, was addressing a larger crowd than usually gathered at that spot on Saturday evenings. "What is it?" asked Mrs. Lewknor. "The German party back," answered Alf. "That's Burt speaking, and Mr. Geddes alongside him." The engineer's voice, brazen from much bawling, and yet sounding strangely small and unreal under the immense arch of heaven, came to them across the open. "We've ate with em; we've lived with em; we've talked with em; and we can speak for em. I tell you _there can't be war and there won't be war with such a people_. It'd be the crime of Cain. Brothers we are; and brothers we remain. And not all the politicians and profiteers and soldiers can make us other." The Colonel and Mrs. Lewknor got down and joined the crowd. As they did so the engineer, who had finished his harangue, was moving a resolution: That this meeting believes in the Brotherhood of Man and wishes well to Germany. "I second that," said the Colonel from the rear of the crowd. Just then Alf, who had left his car and followed the Colonel, put a question. "Did not Lord Roberts say in 1912 at Manchester that Germany would strike when her hour struck?" The man on the platform was so furious that he did not even rise from his chair to reply. "Yes he did!" he shouted. "And he'd no business to! Direct provocation it was." "Will not Germany's hour have struck when the Kiel Canal is open to Dreadnoughts?" continued the inquisitor smoothly. "And is it not the fact that the Canal is to be opened for this purpose in the next few days?" These questions were greeted with booings mingled with cheers. Mr. Geddes was rising to reply when Joe Burt leapt to his feet, roused and roaring. He said men had the choice between two masters--Fear or Faith?--Which were we for?--Were we the heirs of Eternity, the children of the Future, or the slaves and victims of the Past?