But the following evening we were again on the march, and reached the place where the ammunition had been buried.

We found it untouched, and just where we had left it, a few miles from the railway, and quite close to the English camp, at Rhenosterriviersbrug.
We were very careful to recover every cartridge, since it was clear that the war must still continue for a long space of time.

_We_ could have no thought of giving up the struggle, whilst the pride of England would not allow her to turn back.
We loaded our waggons with the ammunition, and I gave to General Froneman the task of conducting it across the railway line.

I myself proceeded to the Vredefort commandos, which were stationed some fifteen miles away, for the state of affairs amongst these commandos called for my presence.

On the 4th of January, when night had fallen, I crossed the railway near Vredefortweg, unnoticed by the enemy.
Two days later I was back again with General Froneman's commando, where I found that the ammunition had arrived in safety.