Is there anything that's skulking at our heels to hurt us ?" The scowl on Barry Whalen's dissipated face cleared a little.

He came over, rested both hands on the table and leaned forward as he spoke, Byng resuming his seat meanwhile.
Barry's voice was a little thick with excitement, but he weighed his words too.

"Byng, I wanted you to know beforehand what Fleming intends to bring up to-night--a nice kind of reunion, isn't it, with war ahead as sure as guns, and the danger of everything going to smash, in spite of Milner and Jo ?" A set look came into Byng's face.

He caught the lapels of his big, loose, double-breasted jacket, and spread his feet a little, till he looked as though squaring himself to resist attack.
"Go on with your story," he interposed.

"What is Fleming going to say--or bring up, you call it ?" "He's going to say that some one is betraying us--all we do that's of any importance and most we say that counts--to Kruger and Leyds.