He drew his residential pass from his pocket and placed it in her hand, motioning her to go. She gave him a quick look of gratitude, but returned the pass with the words, "No good to me unless I have three. Think of something else." He called to the two other young fellows who were standing moodily apart and ordered them to think. They thought. Perhaps they would have been standing there thinking still, if F. had not suddenly burst out with: "Look here, you fellows, it is not safe to stand out here like this, and we are losing time. Let us go into my room and talk this thing over." They walked rapidly towards the house, where a number of bachelors lived together, and reached the room unobserved. F. drew the blinds, locked the door, and placed Hansie in an easy chair, while he and D. rummaged in a writing-table for some papers. G. sat on the bed with his long legs stretched out in front of him. The two young men were whispering together, bending eagerly over some papers they had found. "This one will do," Hansie heard F. say, "but it will take some time." "Don't you think I ought to go and tell the men to wait?" she asked. "No, better not be seen walking in and out here. We will make haste!" Ah, why did Hansie not obey the warning voice within, and go? For the next ten minutes nothing was said. The men cut and glued and typed without a word, and the result, when it was placed in Hansie's hands, was a document exceedingly well-planned and put together. This was what she read: MILITARY GOVERNOR'S OFFICE, PRETORIA. _Special Pass_ for J.W. Venter, G. Vermaak, and L. Erasmus to be out until midnight, on Secret Service. Signed by MAJOR J. WESTON, Assistant Military Governor. What puzzled her at first sight was the small official crown above, undoubtedly authentic, and the unmistakable signature of the Major below; but on closer inspection, she observed that the part containing the original letter had been cut away from the centre, the top part with the heading and the bottom part with the signature being pasted down on the blank page underneath. On the middle part of the blank sheet the "Special Pass" was typed, and the whole when completed, with the date plainly typed underneath, looked like a single sheet of paper folded in three. Hansie shook hands with them all, and asking G. to go to Harmony to reassure her mother, she sped on her way to Mrs. Malan's house. F. called out after her, "If you come back this way, Hansie, I'll wait for you and see you home." "All right, thank you," the answer came. It was now past 6 o'clock and nearly dark. Every one else was at supper, and Hansie flew through the deserted streets with apprehension at her heart. She was met at the gate by Mrs. Malan, wringing her hands and crying out: "Oh, where have you been so long? Why did you not come sooner? _They've gone!_"