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drink to him, and presently his tongue ran freely. Several 
neighbours pricked up their ears and soon we had a small 
crowd round our table. 
We talked to each other of JIaritz and our doings. It 
didn't seem to be a popular subject in that cafe. One big 
blue-black fellow said that Maritz was a dirty swine who 
would soon be hanged. Peter quickly caught his knife- 
wrist with one hand and his throat with the other, and de- 
manded an apology. He got it. The Lisbon boulevardicrs 
have not lost any lions. 
After that there was a bit of a squash in our corner. Those 
near us were quiet and polite, but the outer fringe made 
remarks. When Peter said that if Portugal, which he ad- 
mitted he loved, was going to stick to England she was backing 
the wrong horse, there was a murmur of disapproval. One 
decent-looking old fellow, who had the air of a ship's captain, 
flushed all over his honest face, and stood up looking straight 
at Peter. I saw that we had struck an Englishman, and 
mentioned it to Peter in Dutch. 
Peter played his part perfectly. He suddenly shut up, and, 
with furtive looks around him began to jabber to me in a low 
voice. He was the very picture of the stage conspirator. 
The old fellow stood staring at us. " I don't very well 
understand this damned lingo," he said. " But if so be you 
dirty Dutchmen are sayin' anything against England, I'll 
ask you to repeat it. And if so be as you repeats it I'll take 
either of you on and knock the face oil him." 
He was a chap after my own heart, but I had to keep the 
game up. I said in Dutch to Peter that we mustn't get 
brawling in a public house. " Remember the big thing," I 
said quickly. Peter nodded, and the old fellow, after staring 
at us for a bit, spat scornfully, and walked out. 
" The time is coming when the Englander will sing small," 
1 observed to the crowd. We stood drinks to one or two, 
and then swaggered into the street. At the door a hand 
touched my arm, and looking down, I saw a little scrap of a 
man in a fur coat.' 
" Will the gentlemen walk a step with me and drink a glass 
of beer ? " he said in a very stiff Dutch. 
" Who the devil are you ? " I asked. 
" Gott strafe England^ was his answer, and. turning back 
the lapel of his coat, he showed some kind of ribbon in his 
buttonhole. 
" Amen," said Peter. " Lead on, friend. We don't 
mind if we do." 
He led us to a back street and then up two pair of stairs 
to a very snug little flat. The place was full of fine red lacquer 
and I guessed that art-dealing was his nominal business. 
Portugal, since the republic broke up the convents and sold up 
the big royahst grandees, was full of bargains in the lacquer 
and curio line. 
He filled us two long tankards of very good Munich beer. 
" Prosit," he said, raising his glass. " You are from South 
Africa. What make you in Europe ? " 
We both looked sullen and secretive. 
" That's our own business," I answered " You don't 
expect to buy our confidence with a glass of beer ? " 
" So ? " he said. " Then I will put it differently. From 
your speech in the cafe I judge you do not love the English." 
Peter said something about stamping on their grand- 
mothers, a Kaffir phrase which sounded gruesome in Dutch. 
The man laughed. " That is all I want to know. You 
are on the German side ? " 
■' That remains to be seen," I said. " If they treat me 
fair I'll fight for them, or for anybody else that makes war on 
England. England has stolen "my country and corrupted 
my people and made me an e.xile. We Afrikanders do not 
forget. We may be slow but we win in the end. We two 
are men worth a great price. Germany fights England m 
East Africa. We know the natives as no Englishmen can 
ever know them. They are too soft and easy and the Kaffirs 
laugh at them. But we can handle the blacks so that they 
will fight like devils for fear of us. What is the reward 
little man. for our services ? I will tell you. 1 h-re will 
be no reward. We ask none. We fight for hate of England. 
Peter grunted a deep approval. 
' That is good talk," said our entertainer, and his close set 
eyes flashed. " There is room in Germany for such men as 
you. Where are vou going now, I beg to kno%y ? " 
■' To Holland."" I said. " Then maybe we wiU go to Ger- 
many. We are tired with tra\el and may rest a bit. Ihis 
war will last long and our chance will come." 
" But you may miss your market," he said significantly. 
" A ship sails to-morrow for_ Rotterdam. If you take my 
advice, you will go with her." 
jThis was what I wanted, for if we stayed m Lisbon sonie 
real soldier df Maritz might drop in any day and b ow the gan. 
" I recommend you to sail in the Machado, he repeated. 
■■ There is work for you in Germany^h. yes, much work , 
but if you delav the chance mav pass. I will arrange \our 
journey. It is my business to help the allies of my fatherland." 
He wrote down our names and an epitome of our doings 
contributed by Peter, who required two mugs of beer to help 
him through. He was a Bavarian, it seemed, and we drank 
to the health of Prince Rupprecht, the same blighter I was 
trying to do in at Loos. That was an irony which Peter 
unfortunately could not appreciate. If he could he would 
have enjoyed it. 
The httie chap saw us back to our hotel, and was with us 
next morning after breakfast, bringing the steamer tickets. 
We got on board about two in the afternoon, but on my 
advice he did not see us off. I told him that, being British 
subjects, and rebels at that, we did not want to run any risks 
on board, assuming a British cruiser caught us up and searched 
us. But Peter took twenty pounds off him for travelling 
expenses, it being his rule never to miss an opportunity of 
spoiling the Egyptians. 
As we were dropping down the Tagus we passed the old 
Henry the Navigator. 
" I met Sloggett in the street this morning," said Peter, 
" and he told me a little German man had been off in a boat at 
daybreak looking up the passenger list. Yon was a right 
notion of yours, Cornelis. I am glad we are going among 
Germans. They are careful people whom it is a pleasure to meet. 
(To bf cvntinued) 
Union Jack Club Fund 
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Previously acknowledged 
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