Behind him upon a white horse was a dark-bearded man, with the quick, restless eyes of a hunter, middle-sized, thickly built, with grizzled hair flowing from under a tall brown felt hat.

He wore the black broadcloth of the burgher with a green summer overcoat, and carried a small whip in his hands.

His appearance was that of a respectable London vestryman rather than of a most redoubtable soldier with a particularly sinister career behind him.
The Generals shook hands, and it was briefly intimated to Cronje that his surrender must be unconditional, to which, after a short silence, he agreed.

His only stipulations were personal, that his wife, his grandson, his secretary, his adjutant, and his servant might accompany him.

The same evening he was despatched to Cape Town, receiving those honourable attentions which were due to his valour rather than to his character.