at the map will show that the little branch from Heilbron to Wolvehoek forms an acute angle with the main line.  Both these railways were strongly blockhoused and barbed-wired, so that any force which was driven into the angle, and held in it by a force behind it, would be in a perilous position.  To attempt to round De Wet’s mobile burghers into this obvious pen would have been to show one’s hand too clearly.  In vain is the net laid in sight of the bird.  The drive was therefore made away from this point, with the confident expectation that the guerilla chief would break back through the columns, and that they might then pivot round upon him and hustle him so rapidly into the desired position that he would not realise his danger until it was too late.  Byng’s column was left behind the driving line to be ready for the expected backward break.  All came off exactly as expected.  De Wet doubled back through the columns, and one of his commandos stumbled upon Byng’s men, who were waiting on the Vlei River to the west of Reitz.  The Boers seem to have taken it for granted that, having passed the British driving line, they were out of danger, and for once it was they who were surprised.  The South African Light Horse, the New Zealanders, and the Queensland Bushmen all rode in upon them.  A fifteen-pounder, the one taken at Tweefontein, and two pom-poms were captured, with thirty prisoners and a considerable quantity of stores.

This successful skirmish was a small matter, however, compared to the importance of being in close touch with De Wet and having a definite objective for the drive.  The columns behind expanded suddenly into a spray of mounted men forming a continuous line for over sixty miles.  On February 5th the line was advancing, and on the 6th it was known that De Wet was actually within the angle, the mouth of which was spanned by the British line.  Hope ran high in Pretoria.  The space into which the burgher chief had been driven was bounded by sixty-six miles of blockhouse and wire on one side and thirty on the other, while the third side of the triangle was crossed by fifty-five miles of British horsemen, flanked by a blockhouse line between Kroonstad and Lindley.  The tension along the lines of defence was extreme.  Infantry guarded every yard of them, and armoured trains patrolled them, while at night searchlights at regular intervals shed their vivid rays over the black expanse of the veld and illuminated the mounted figures who flitted from time to time across their narrow belts of light.

On the 6th De Wet realised his position, and with characteristic audacity and promptness he took means to clear the formidable toils which had been woven round him.  The greater part of his command scattered, with orders to make their way as best they might out of the danger.  Working in their own country, where every crease and fold of the ground was familiar to them, it is not surprising that most of them managed to make their way through gaps in the attenuated line