CHAPTER II.
THE UNDERGROUND WORLD "What's that you say--Jameson--what ?" Rudyard Byng paused with the lighted match at the end of his cigar, and stared at a man who was reading from a tape-machine, which gave the club the world's news from minute to minute.
"Dr.Jameson's riding on Johannesburg with eight hundred men.

He started from Pitsani two days ago.

And Cronje with his burghers are out after him." The flaming match burned Byng's fingers.

He threw it into the fireplace, and stood transfixed for a moment, his face hot with feeling, then he burst out: "But--God! they're not ready at Johannesburg.

The burghers'll catch him at Doornkop or somewhere, and--" He paused, overcome.