She made no impression on the engineer, stubborn as herself. "War is war; and discipline is discipline. And in war it's the best disciplined Army that wins. A should have thought a soldier'd have realised that much. And this isna one o your _little_ wars, mind ye! This is the Greatest War that ever was or will be. And we workers are fighting for our lives." "Discipline is one thing and tyranny is quite another!" cried Mrs. Lewknor, with flashing eyes. The Colonel, who delighted in these pitched battles, sat and sucked his pipe on the fringe of the hub-bub; only now and then turning the cooling hose of his irony on the combatants. "It is," he said in his detached way. "Discipline is pressure you exert on somebody else. And tyranny is pressure exerted by somebody else upon you." And it was well he was present to introduce the leaven of humour into the dough of controversy, for Mrs. Lewknor found the engineer a maddening opponent. He was so cool, so logical, and above all so _dam_ provocative, as the little lady remarked with a snap of her still perfect teeth. He gave no quarter and asked none. "I don't like him," she said with immense firmness to the Colonel after one of these encounters, standing in characteristic attitude, her skirt a little lifted, and one foot daintily poised on the fender-rail. "I don't trust him one inch." "He is a bit mad-doggy," the other said, entwining his long legs. "But he is genuine." Then two significant incidents cast the shadow of coming events on the screen of Time. In July, 1911, Germany sent the _Panther_ to Agadir. There ensued a sudden first-class political crisis; and a panic on every Stock Exchange in Europe. Even Ernie was moved. This man who, in spite of Joe Burt's teaching, took as yet little more account of political happenings than does the field-mouse of the manoeuvres of the reaping machine that will shortly destroy its home, crossed the golf links one evening and walked through Meads to find out what the Colonel thought. "What's it going to be, sir?" he asked. The other refused to commit himself. "Might be anything," he said. "Looks a bit funny." "Think the reservists will be called up?" The old soldier evinced a curious restrained keenness as of a restive horse desiring to charge a fence and yet uncertain of what it will find on the far side. The Colonel, appraising him with the shrewd eyes of the man used to judging men, was satisfied. "I shouldn't be surprised," was all he would say.