"And was brought back here to his wife—to you! Did he let them"—he nodded towards the hospital—"know he was your husband?"
When she spoke again her voice showed strain, but it did not tremble. "Of course. He would not spare me. He never did. It was always like that."
He caught her hand in his. "You have courage enough for a hundred," he said.
"I have suffered enough for a hundred," she responded.
Again that sharp cry rang out, and again she turned anxiously towards the door.
"I came to South Africa on the chance of helping him in some way," she replied. "It came to me that he might need me."
"You paid the price of his life once to Kruger—after the Raid, I've heard," he said.
"Yes, I owed him that, and as much more as was possible," she responded with a dark, pained look.
"His life is in danger—an operation?" he questioned.
"Yes. There is one chance; but they could not give him an anaesthetic, and they would not let me stay with him. They forced me away—out here." She appeared to listen again. "That was his voice—that crying," she added presently.