Self. 'Look at the sentries with loaded rifles on every side. I might be a wild beast instead of a special correspondent.'
Grobelaar. 'Ah, but putting aside the sentries with loaded rifles, you do not, I trust, Mr. Churchill, make any complaint.'
Self. 'My chief objection to this place is that I am in it.'
Grobelaar. 'That of course is your misfortune, and Mr. Chamberlain's fault.
Self. 'Not at all. We are a peace-loving people, but we had no choice but to fight or be—what was it your burghers told me in the camps?—"driven into the sea." The responsibility of the war is upon you and your President.'
Grobelaar. 'Don't you believe that. We did not want to fight. We only wanted to be left alone.'
Self. 'You never wanted war?'
de Souza. 'Ah, my God, no! Do you think we would fight Great Britain for amusement?'
Self. 'Then why did you make every preparation—turn the Republics into armed camps—prepare deep-laid plans for the invasion of our Colonies?'
Grobelaar. 'Why, what could we do after the Jameson Raid? We had to be ready to protect ourselves.'