It was Kimberley praying for help, Kimberley solicitous for news.

Anxiously, distractedly, the great De Beers searchlight dipped and rose.

And back across the twenty miles of darkness, over the hills where Cronje lurked, there came that other southern column of light which answered, and promised, and soothed.

'Be of good heart, Kimberley.

We are here! The Empire is behind us.