But there was no dream in _his_ eyes; they were cold with implacable anger.

He held a letter in his hand and tossed it to Herbeck.
"I shall throw ten thousand men across the frontier to-night, let the consequences be what they may." "Ten thousand men ?" The dream was shattered.

War again?
"Read that.

It is the second anonymous communication I have received within a week.

As the first was truthful, there is no reason to believe this one to be false." Herbeck read, and he was genuinely startled.
"What do you say to that ?" triumphantly.
"This," with that rapid decision which made him the really great tactician he was.