"Oh no," Hansie said, "I am positive that has nothing to do with it; in fact, I don't believe General Maxwell is responsible for this at all. He is acting under orders, and if I am not mistaken Lord Kitchener is at the bottom of it. _He_ has put down that awful foot of his, mother, and there is nothing more to be done." "Perhaps"--Mrs. van Warmelo looked grave--"perhaps they have found out something. I have often wondered at finding myself still at large after the commotion made about the petitions and the report of the Consuls. I can't forget how critical things seemed to me when three Consuls came to Harmony late at night, while you were at Irene, to warn me that the whole detective force was on the track of the petitioners. Poor Mr. Cinatti was frightfully excited and said that it was his duty to see that his petitioners' names did not become known. He warned me that everything would be done to find us out, traps would be set for us, and he advised me, if ever any one came to Harmony and said that my name had been revealed, I was to say No! No!! No!!! and he danced about the room, striking his left hand with his clenched right fist at every 'No!'" Hansie laughed and said, "There is no fear of your being found out. The petitioners won't talk of that, you may be quite sure, and all the Consuls are to be trusted." "What are you going to do about this?" her mother asked, touching the General's note. "Oh, I am going to wait a few days to make him 'feel bad' and then, I suppose, I must return my passports to him." She waited three days, and then the General's behaviour strengthened her in her belief that he was not to blame for the shabby way in which he had treated her. He was most penitent, begged her to forgive him for having caused her so much inconvenience, and said he had been "very weak" in entertaining the idea of her visiting the Camps. They talked about certain improvements which Hansie had suggested, and on which she had intended to lay much stress in her reports. He promised that everything in his power would be done to arrest the high mortality, and, encouraged by his sympathetic attitude, she pleaded for "poor Middelburg." "I have just been told that there were 503 deaths in that Camp during last month [July]. Can that be possible?" "I am afraid it is only too true," he answered, sighing heavily. "The people on the High Veld are very badly off during this bitter weather." "Will you allow me to send the warm clothing and blankets which I intended to distribute in the Camps?" she asked. "Certainly, the more the better. Every facility will be afforded you in this." Hansie felt happier after this conversation with the Governor, more convinced that something would be done to alleviate the sufferings in the Camps. * * * * *