wer.

German culture! What was it worth in the last analysis? It was a
resort to barbarism and savagery, and brutal arrogance.

No, no, the poisonous cancer must be cut out. The power of the German
war caste must be destroyed so that the people might live in peace.

Christianity stood for brotherhood, purity, truth, honour, love,
mercy--it stood for the peace of the world, while this War God of
Germany stood like a great Colossus making all these things impossible.

Bob felt as though a great burden had fallen from him! His eyes were
opened! His duty was clear!

The next morning he found his way to a recruiting station which he had
previously noticed. All hesitation had gone. Not a suggestion of his
old qualms occurred to him. He had no more doubt about his duty to
fight in this quarrel than he would have doubted about his duty if a
mad dog were in the district.

When he arrived at the station, a number of young men had gathered.
Some belonged to the poorest and most uneducated classes; but in the
main they were clerks, assistants in shops, and young tradesmen. A few
of them, Bob judged, were of the professional class. They were in a
group by themselves, and did not seem at home amidst their present
surroundings. They looked curiously towards Bob as he came up, and
seemed to be carefully summing him up.

Bob nodded in a friendly way.

"Joining?" asked one.

"Yes," replied Bob.

"Had any previous training?"

"O.T.C."

"While you were at school?"

"Yes."

"Which?"

"Clifton."

"Good! I know some of the chaps there. I was at Marlborough. We used
to play cricket and football with Clifton. What years were you there?"

Bob was about to reply, when a motor-car drove up, and a tall,
military-looking man got out.

He looked around him, and then seemed to be about to pass into the
building when his eyes rested on Bob. He immediately came towards him.

CHAPTER XIII

"That you, Nancarrow?"

"Yes, Captain Pringle," replied Bob, whom by this time he had
recognised.

"What are you doing here?" asked Captain Pringle, with a smile.

"I want to enlist, sir."

The Captain lifted his eyebrows; perhaps he remembered their last
conversation together.

"Will you come this way," he said; "I should like a chat with you."

Bob followed the Captain, while the other fellows looked envyingly
towards him.

Captain Pringle led the way to a small room which he evidently used as
an office. T