"I am not sure he was a preacher after all.

I have half a mind to send a bullet after him." But his companion, who was very sleepy, gave no encouragement to the idea, so it dropped.
On the following morning when Commandant Frank Muller--having heard that his enemy John Niel was on his way up with the Cape cart and four grey horses--ascertained that a vehicle answering to that description had been allowed to pass through Heidelberg in the dead of night, his state of mind may better be imagined than described.
As for the two sentries, he tried them by court-martial and sent them to make fortifications for the rest of the rebellion.

Now they can neither of them hear the name of a clergyman mentioned without breaking out into a perfect flood of blasphemy.
Luckily for John, although he had been delayed for five minutes or more, he managed to overtake the cart in which he presumed the Bishop was ensconced.

His lordship had been providentially delayed by the breaking of a trace; otherwise, it is clear that his self-nominated chaplain would never have got through the steep streets of Heidelberg that night.
The town was choked up with Boer waggons, full of sleeping Boers.

Over one batch of waggons and tents John saw the Transvaal flag fluttering idly in the night breeze, marking, no doubt, the headquarters of the Triumvirate, and emblazoned with the appropriate emblem of an ox-waggon and an armed Boer.