his legs, touched Guy and attracted his attention. A
serious of short winks and nods followed, and if they did not exactly
explain the situation to Guy Richardson, they at least showed him that
danger was to be expected.

Suddenly Jack became aware that Hans Schloss and his companion had
stopped their talking and were staring hard at him. But he took no
notice, and, still lying back in his corner, puffed heavily at his pipe.

"Who are you?" Piet Maartens suddenly asked, leaning across and jerking
him by the sleeve. Then as Jack looked up he recognised him, and
shouted: "The spy again! Help me, Hans, these two are Englishmen!"

Next second Jack had thrown himself upon him, and Guy rushed at the fat
little German, and, grasping him by the collar, threatened to blow out
his brains if he made so much as a sound.

But though Hans Schloss was no great fighter, and had given in at once
with a terrified whine, the Boer was made of sterner stuff, and
endeavoured to draw his pistol. Jack was too quick for him, and now,
locked in each other's arms, they swayed backwards and forwards, and
finally fell to the floor with a crash, striking one of the doors
heavily as they did so, and bursting it open.

"Out with him, Jack! Pitch him out! It is our only chance," Guy cried
excitedly.

Jack heard and understood his words, and, summoning all his strength,
folded Piet Maartens in his arms, and, staggering to his feet, hurled
him from the carriage. A moment after Guy had served the shrieking
German in the same manner, and they were left alone in the carriage.

Meanwhile the train had got up speed on its long run to the Portuguese
frontier, and was now well out of Pretoria and rushing across the lonely
veldt.

"By Jove!" exclaimed Jack breathlessly, lifting his hat from his head
and wiping the perspiration from his forehead, "that was a close shave,
and if those fellows are not killed, we shall have them setting the
whole country after us!"

"Then that settles it, Jack," Guy answered with conviction. "If one or
both survived the fall they will make for the nearest office and
telegraph down the line to stop us. We must get out of this and make
for the south."

"Yes, you're right, Guy. Lorenzo Marques and Delagoa Bay are out of the
question, and we had better leave this as soon as possible. The train
is running too fast now, but as soon as it slackens pace a little we
will jump off and strike south for the other railw