We went back and got the cart and drove to a nearer kopje, but just as we reached it the Boers abandoned it.

Roberts's column was now much nearer.

We then drove on still further in the direction of the bridge.
I kept telling Cecil that the firing was all from the Boers as I did not want Christian to bolt and run away with the cart and mules.

But Cecil remembered the pictures in Harper's Weekly showing the shrapnel smoke making rings in the air and as she saw these floating over our head, she knew the English were firing on us, but said nothing for fear of scaring Christian.

I had promised to get her under fire which was her one wish so I said that she was now well under fire for the first and the last time.