Churchill had had moments of worry, fear, even despair. Never before, however, had he been tentative. He had fearlessly thundered into battle on his white pony; instantly, and without any authority, taken charge of the defense of the armored train as Boer shells rained down upon it; and pulled himself over the prison wall just feet from an armed guard, striking out alone into the unknown. Each time, he had somehow, instinctively, known what to do.
