In the succeeding years he lived as an autocrat and a patriarch amid his farms and his herds, respected by many and feared by all.

For a time he was Native Commissioner and left a reputation for hard dealing behind him.

Called into the field again by the Jameson raid, he grimly herded his enemies into an impossible position and desired, as it is stated, that the hardest measure should be dealt out to the captives.

This was the man, capable, crafty, iron-hard, magnetic, who lay with a reinforced and formidable army across the path of Lord Methuen's tired soldiers.

It was a fair match.