Her anger flamed forth at this unjustifiable aspersion on the part of a man who was taking only an inactive share in the war. At no period in their history had the Boers earned that reproach--the people who had paid in blood for their right to a place in the dark continent. "That comes ill from you," she said. "At least, we don't shirk the fighting. Men who fear for their skins don't take up arms against one another. There is evidence enough in this district alone to refute your accusation of cowardice. There isn't a farm within miles of us but some of its men have joined the fighting." "But they don't hang together," he persisted sullenly. "They don't all think alike," she allowed; "but they possess the courage of their different convictions, and the courage to fight for them." "I spoke in the heat of the moment," he conceded ungraciously. "It makes me sick to see this great opportunity wasted. You have your chance now to secure independence; it may never come again. And men like Botha and Smuts are simply tying your hands. Leentje has received a message from Cornelius; it came through this morning. Colonel Brand has sent an insulting letter to de Wet. Everywhere Botha's following is superior to our forces. Our commandoes are simply giving way and fleeing before them. It's a rout, unless they combine and stand firm; but they give way before the opposition they didn't anticipate. They aren't putting up anything of a fight." "Cornelius and Andreas won't give way," she said proudly. "Cornelius and Andreas are but two men," he answered bitterly; "and the voices of two men in a commando are apt to be drowned by the rest." Honor walked on without speaking; and in her thoughts the phrase beat insistently: "What will it benefit you to hoist your flag over the body of your brother?" Hot tears welled in her tired eyes, her steps dragged wearily. It did not seem to her at the moment to matter much which side won if only Andreas came through. "Oh, this war!" she said sadly... "This war! it tears at the heart-strings. Nothing can make good to a woman for the lives of the men she loves." "Oh, that!" he returned indifferently. "I didn't expect to hear such talk from you. That's the view of the sentimentalist. One doesn't reckon lives with so much at stake." So much at stake! What stake could be greater than the flower of the nations' manhood which was being sacrificed?