Fortunately, among the few remaining men in town who could be trusted to carry out these commissions was the young man behind the counter in _the_ store in Church Street. To him Hansie went with a small list, which she laid before him without a word. He glanced over it and whistled softly. "Leggings? Riding-breeches? When must you have them?" "If possible this evening," she replied. "I'll do my best," he said, and she departed joyfully. "Now, I could never have got those things myself without rousing great suspicion," she thought as she cycled rapidly to the next person whom she had been instructed to see--van der Westhuizen with the bandaged arm. "The Captain came last night with Venter," she whispered hurriedly. "They are at Harmony, and Naude wishes to see you as soon as possible on a matter of great importance. No one must know of his presence in town this time, not even our best friends, for he has a dangerous mission to fulfil and you must help him." "I shall be there some time to-day," he said. Hansie thanked him and departed. Much writing work waited her at Harmony, and the rest of the day was spent in drawing up dispatches at the Captain's dictation and making notes of the condition of the various commandos. In the course of a long conversation with him he told her the object of his visit and why he required van der Westhuizen's services. "My flying column of scouts is over sixty strong, picked men and wonderfully brave," he said. "They are all in khaki and scour the country, doing the enemy incalculable harm, but they would be of more service to the commandos if they had better horses. Our horses are worn-out and underfed, their life is very hard, and it is imperative that we should have them reinforced. Now, we have heard that there are many magnificent horses kept at Skinner's Court, remounts kept in good condition for the special use of officers. Those horses we must have, and we have come to get all the information we can about the strength of the guards at Skinner's Court. For this I require van der Westhuizen's assistance." Hansie felt a thrill of excitement. The adventure was very much to her taste, and she remembered with delight that first successful raid on British stables. She wished she could supply the desired information. To steal the enemy's best horses seemed to her an enterprise worth toiling for, for there would probably be little or no bloodshed connected with it and, if successful, the reward would be very great. But she felt assured that the adventure could not be in more capable, more trustworthy hands than in those of the silent van der Westhuizen. When van der Westhuizen arrived, he and the Captain were closeted together in the bedroom for nearly an hour, and then he departed as silently as he had come, but Hansie had observed the look of steadfast determination on his face, and was satisfied. Very unlike the previous visit was this, the last sojourn of the Secret Service men at Harmony.