And to think that here I was, a prisoner in a Kaffir kraal, with only a young woman as a jailer, and yet utterly unable to escape to warn them.

For round my hut lay a courtyard, and round it again ran a reed fence about five feet six inches high.

Whenever I looked over this fence, by night or by day, I saw soldiers stationed at intervals of about fifteen yards.

There they stood like statues, their broad spears in their hands, all looking inwards towards the fence.
There they stood--only at night their number was doubled.

Clearly it was not meant that I should escape.
A week went by thus--believe me, a very terrible week.