I broke the ice by asking them if they took me for a ghost.  As soon as they heard me speak in Dutch the fixed stare gave way to a general grin.  Then they explained, with a sigh of relief, that the zealous servant had told them with bated breath that I was a bold, bad Englishman, whereupon they had made the above preparations for receiving me.  I did not fail to curse the native’s stupidity, after which we sat down to a plentiful dinner.  When this was over the mistress of the house made us a large bed on the floor, and soon my strange bedfellows and myself were slumbering like a lot of little cherubs.

Leaving early the next morning, I followed the line without any success until within four miles of Lindley.  Then I noticed a long column of vehicles and cavalry trekking over the hill to my right and towards the town.  Presently an old Boer came driving by.

“Do you know what that is?” he asked, pointing to the column.

“No.”

“English.”

I observed the column attentively.  Yes, he was right.  The mystery was explained.  Naturally enough we could not get into communication with the town when it was already occupied by the enemy.  The British had heard that the Government was in Lindley, and had therefore made this sudden march, whilst we believed them to be still in Kroonstad.  It was most important that the President should know the news immediately.  I at once attached the vibrator to the line and called up Heilbron.

“Here Heilbron.”

“Here P. The English are in Lindley.”

“What!”

“The English are in Lindley.”

“Impossible.”

“Please tell the President what I say.”

Silence.  Presently the reply came—­

“Here Postmaster-General.  The President says impossible.  Enemy still in Kroonstad.”

“Not much!  Here they are, before my eyes.  Please believe that there is no mistake.”

“Wait a bit.”  Then, “Where is Piet De Wet?”

“Probably cut off, and on the other side of the town.”

“Can you remain there for a while?”

“Yes.”

After a while, “You may return now.”

“Had I not better remain and watch their movements?”

“Yes, do so.”

I remained in the neighbourhood that night and the next morning, but the enemy lay quiet in Lindley, so I returned to Heilbron.

When I reported myself to the Postmaster-General, he said—­

“The President wants to see you.”

I thought I was going to get into a scrape for not having been able to report anything further.  However, I followed the Chief to a small building a few doors lower down the street.

Entering, we found ourselves in a fairly roomy office, where two or three gentlemen were engaged in an earnest discussion.  After being introduced to them I was taken into an inner office.  Seated at a table, writing, was President Steyn.