At the same moment Botha's men a mile on our right broke away in a mad gallop, as though the lancers were after them.

I finally got her on her pony and we raced for Ventersberg with Christian a good first.

He had lost all desire to out-span.
At Ventersberg we found every one harnessing up in the street and abandoning everything.

We again felt this untimely desire for food, and had lunch at Jones's hotel on scraps and Cecil went off to see if she could loot the cook, as everyone but her had left the hotel and as we needed one in Pretoria.

A despatch-rider came running to me as I was smoking in the garden and shouted that the "Roinekes" were coming in force over the hill.