About three o'clock we started off again, and were captured by three Boers.

I was riding behind the cart and threw up my hands "that quick," but Cecil could not hear me yelling at her to stop on account of the noise of the cart.

I knew if I rode after her they would shoot at me, and that if she didn't stop, as they were shouting at her to do, they would shoot her.

Under these trying circumstances I sat still.

It caused quite a coolness on Cecil's part.