On the way home we spent a couple of hours in Jaffa. As we journeyed home, chatting busily over our new plans, we heard shouts and screams ahead. The young fellows who were riding galloped on, and we others in the wagons whipped up our horses and followed them. Arrived on the spot in the gathering dark we found that one of our neighbours, who had left shortly before us, had been attacked by three Arabs, who unhorsed his wagon and demanded his money. He said he had none, whereupon they stripped him and began to beat him with horse-whips. The poor man remembered that our party might be near and shouted with all his might. Seeing us come, one Arab had taken to flight, the other two we found tied to the wagon, our fellows covering them with their own guns. A few lads then turned back with the robbers to Jaffa and we went on, arriving so late that only the 54barking of the colony dogs welcomed us home.