"Don't be afraid, father; the Transvaal hasn't got a tronk that will keep us in for three months, now that we know our fate." Philip stooped and whispered in the ear of Ned. "We shall move heaven and earth to get you sent to one jail. After that, day and night we will work to help your escape. Keep up your pluck, and take advantage of all chances. We'll have you shadowed with friends and able horses." Ned smiled, and pressed the hand of his friend as he answered-- "I will not spend all my time sleeping, you bet." It was a desperate life our heroes led after this day, and might have broken even their spirits, only for the hope they had of accomplishing their escape. After passing a week at Pretoria, they were sent up the country to Nylstroom, where some heavy road-making was being done. This they did not object to, as it was so far on the way to Rhodesia. They were glad also to find that they were not separated. Here they were treated with all the ignominy and harshness that the stupid and merciless Boers could invent to make their captives sick of existence. They were put into a cell where only natives were confined, and not allowed any bedding whatever. If they could find space enough to lie down, that was all the comfort they were permitted to have. This, of course, was intended to degrade them as far as possible, and doubtless would have been a terrible punishment to a Boer. But our heroes, being more liberally brought up, did not find the company of those Kaffirs half the infliction that some of their late white companions had been. The captive savages were cleaner and more wholesome, both outwardly and inwardly. They were men most of them, whose only crime had been that of conquered enemies. Tall, powerful warriors they had been once upon a time, with spirits still untamed, and hearts filled with undying hatred toward their harsh oppressors. As soon as these prisoners discovered that Ned, Fred, and Clarence were English, and filled with the same hatred as they had, they received them into their ranks, and treated them with all the kindness and consideration which they were able to show. Several of them formed a blood bond with our heroes, which made them allies and friends for life. One clear benefit in this companionship was that these Kaffirs thus pledged would be faithful to them. Indeed, amongst the whole gang, there was not likely to be a traitor or a spy. These poor wretches had nothing to gain by treachery, for their condition would not be a whit improved. They all knew the Boers from bitter experience, and abhorred them as much as they respected their English conquerors. By daybreak they were marched out to their work under the escort of an armed and mounted force of warders. The food served out to them was mealie porridge with salt, and not too much of that. From the hour our heroes entered Nylstroom, they were constantly in a famishing condition.