They reached the foot of the hill as Waldron emerged from the tunnel to dash across the fifty-yard space that separated him from the Drive. The yacht was but a hundred yards beyond the road. The Governor-General formed a hollow square with his faithful guard--Virginia a prisoner within their circle of steel. Waldron shouted to his men: “A fortune and a title for every man who fights his way to the water’s edge!” The guard fired a volley at Vassar’s approaching men and dashed for the roadway at the moment Angela rounded the curve, riding furiously at the head of a company of the Daughters of Jael. The white-robed girl riders charged straight for their foes. Waldron, taken completely by surprise, raised his automatic to kill Virginia. His finger was pressing the trigger when Angela swept close, thrust a revolver into his face, fired and circled to fire again. The Governor-General crumpled in his tracks and his men surrendered. Virginia threw herself into Vassar’s arms. “I fear I have failed, my love!” “Your army has not failed, dear heart!” he answered. “You have lifted a fallen nation from the dust!” It was true. A hundred cities ran red with blood--but day dawned with the flag of freedom flying from every staff save in Norfolk and Boston. In both those important ports the plot had been betrayed, hundreds of suspected women arrested and imprisoned. The serious part of it was in these two harbors were stationed four huge dreadnaughts and forty submarines with accompanying hydroplanes. In New York the insurrection had swept all before it. The crews of the submarines were wiped out. Of all who had gathered at the dance and banquet halls--Angela’s work had been perfect--not a sailor from the fleet set foot again on their decks. Our boys, dressed in their uniforms, had captured every ship before day--hand to hand, muscle against muscle, with six inches of cold steel! The aviation corps had been practically wiped out. Their machines were circling the skies at dawn passing the signals to our commanders. Every arsenal fell and every ammunition factory. When the sun rose on the harbor of New York the Stars and Stripes flew from every ship and every fort and an army of five hundred thousand men, half of them with the best rifles in their hands and big guns lumbering in their lines, were mobilizing under General Wood to capture Boston and Norfolk. The battles that followed were brief, bloody and glorious in their end. Norfolk they abandoned and their fleet was concentrated on Boston. The Imperial Army and Navy fought with reckless [Illustration: “Angela swept close ... fired and circled to fire again”] bravery, but the end was sure. They were outnumbered now, two to one. Their submarines stayed with superhuman courage and sent six battleships with five thousand of our bravest men to their graves before they went down.