Wouldn't one of our generals give something to have his men so arranged that he could cut them off in all directions! The country is so open, and not a kopje in sight.

What a prize those guns would be!" "Yes," said Ingleborough sharply; "but there is no British force at hand, so they are going to surround us instead." "What!" cried West excitedly.
"That they are, and no mistake!" continued Ingleborough, slewing himself round so as to look in a different direction.
"You don't mean--oh, Ingle! Three strong bodies coming from behind, north and south.

Why, we're trapped!" "We are, my lad; for here they come from the front." West turned his glass again in the direction of the long line of wagons after his look round, to see that a party of the Boers were riding out straight for them.
"Trapped; but we must dodge between the wires, eh ?" cried West, who, like his companion, had made at once for where his pony was grazing.
"Hah! Look out, Ingle!" Ingleborough was looking out, but left helpless.

West had caught his pony, but his companion had startled the other by the suddenness of his approach, and, throwing up its head, the little animal cantered off with his rider after him.
"Stop, stop!" shouted West.

"You only scare the brute more." "Right!" said Ingleborough sadly, and he stopped short and began to return.