As the sun was rising we left Vryburg.

On the outskirts of the town we were made to halt by eight or ten Boers whose duty it was to examine the passes of travellers.

It can be imagined how my heart beat as I was made to descend from the cart.

I was wearing a shabby old ulster which had been lent me at the hotel for this purpose; round a battered sailor hat I had wound a woollen shawl, which with the help of a veil almost completely concealed my identity.

It had been arranged that Mr.Coleman should tell them I was suffering from toothache and swollen face.