The ordeal of questioning my supposed brother and examining our passports took some minutes--the longest I have ever experienced.

He contrived to satisfy these inquisitors, and with a feeling of relief we bundled into the cart again and started on our long drive to Mosita.

On that occasion we accomplished the sixty miles in one day, so afraid were we of being pursued.
On my return to Mosita I at once despatched old Boaz to Mafeking, giving them the intelligence of the victories in Natal.

This proved to be the first news that reached them from the more important theatre of the war.
Our life now became uneventful once more.

One day an old Irish lady, wife of a neighbouring farmer, dropped in for a chat.