The night was so dark that it was impossible to recognize anybody.
"Where is Veldtcornet-- ?" asked Mr.Vilonel.
"You are my prisoner," was Captain Pretorius' reply, as he took Vilonel's horse by the bridle.
"Treason! treason!" cried poor Vilonel.
They brought him back to the camp, and sent him thence to Bethlehem.

A court-martial[38] was shortly afterwards held at that town, and he was condemned to a long term of imprisonment.
In the place of General De Villiers I appointed Deacon Paul Roux as Vechtgeneraal.

He was a man in whom I placed absolute confidence.

As a minister of religion he had done good service among the commandos, and in the fiercest battles he looked after the wounded with undaunted courage.

His advice to the officers on matters of war had also been excellent, so that he was in every way a most admirable man.