That night the infantry slept in their fighting line, going on again at three in the morning, and light broke to find not only rifles, but the long-silent Boer guns all blazing at the British advance.

Again, as at Colenso, the brunt of the fighting fell upon Hart's Irish Brigade, who upheld that immemorial tradition of valour with which that name, either in or out of the British service, has invariably been associated.

Upon the Lancashire Fusiliers and the York and Lancasters came also a large share of the losses and the glory.
Slowly but surely the inexorable line of the British lapped over the ground which the enemy had held.

A gallant colonial, Tobin of the South African Horse, rode up one hill and signaled with his hat that it was clear.

His comrades followed closely at his heels, and occupied the position with the loss of Childe, their Major.