This morning I would have said that my country would avenge me; I cannot say that now, for England has deserted us, and I have no country.

Therefore I leave the vengeance in the hands of God, who never fails to avenge, though sometimes He waits for long to do it.

I am not afraid of you.

Shoot me--now if you like.

I have lost my honour, my home, and my country; why should I not lose my life also ?" Frank Muller fixed his cold eyes upon the old man's quivering face and smiled a dreadful smile of triumph.
"Prisoner, it is now my duty in the name of God and the Republic, to sentence you to be shot to-morrow at dawn, and may the Almighty forgive you your wickedness and have mercy upon your soul.
"Let the prisoner be removed, and let a man ride full speed to the empty house on the hillside, where the Englishman with the red beard used to live, one hour this side of Wakkerstroom, and bring back with him the clergyman he will find waiting there, that the prisoner may be offered his ministrations.