Kincaid stood up on his parapet, and a single haggard figure emerged from the Boer warren.

'The burghers have had enough; what are they to do ?' said he.

As he spoke his comrades scrambled out behind him and came walking and running over to the British lines.

It was not a moment likely to be forgotten by the parched and grimy warriors who stood up and cheered until the cry came crashing back to them again from the distant British camps.

No doubt Cronje had already realised that the extreme limit of his resistance was come, but it was to that handful of Sappers and Canadians that the credit is immediately due for that white flag which fluttered on the morning of Majuba Day over the lines of Paardeberg.
It was six o'clock in the morning when General Pretyman rode up to Lord Roberts's headquarters.