"It will be a lark if we are destined to light the spark," continued Ned, musingly. "I think we could get over these walls some dark night without much trouble. Oh, let's get on, boys, or I'll be after having a try now," he added impatiently, as he strode hastily forward. "There, now, who do you think you are shoving against?" he cried angrily, as he ran against a pair of burghers who were coming round a corner. It was Ned who had been at fault in his haste. In any other place he would have apologised, but seeing that they were Boers, he pushed them off the footpath and then turned to abuse them. It was the natural protest of a free man against unaccustomed tyranny. With those Krupp guns behind them, politeness looked like submission and fear. Fortunately for the safety of that billet in Ned's boot, which he had for the moment forgotten, these burghers were good-tempered and stolid Dutchmen, who didn't mind either a push or a cross word. They merely laughed boisterously, and passed on their way. Now, Ned felt both aggrieved and rebuked by the good nature of these Boers, who doubtless considered him to be a foolhardy fellow rendered extra brave through "Cape smoke." Then he remembered his charge, and became utterly ashamed of his uncalled-for rudeness. He would have run after the burghers and apologised, only that might have made matters worse; besides, they had both gone into some building. "That is not how Cecil Rhodes acted when he was being badgered by some of the commissioners, nor what he advised," Ned muttered to himself, as he bent his head with shame. "I must try to remember always that I am a gentleman, and not act like a clown." At this moment Clarence proposed taking a cab, as the easiest and quickest mode of finding out his father's house. Mr Raybold was one of the prominent citizens, and the moment the Jehu heard his name he knew where to drive to. "You have most chance of finding him at his private residence, if you want to see Mr Raybold personally." "Yes," answered Clarence. "Drive us straight there." What a wonderful city this was, which had grown from nothing within the last six years! Grown up also in the teeth of as much discouragement and injustice as ever civilisation had to encounter, from narrow prejudice, extortion, and bigotry. Our heroes drove along streets fifty and ninety feet in width, with trams running through them, and massive, handsome shops lining them, with plate-glass windows, looking for all the world like some of the best West End London shops. It was a city where money was spent with lavish prodigality. There were crowds of flash hotels and clubs, and more than the ordinary number of low public-houses and canteens, every one crowded with thirsty customers.