But men, horses, and bullocks were equally exhausted after a long twenty-four hours' marching and fighting.

He gave his weary soldiers some hours' rest, and then, abandoning seventy-eight of his wagons, he pushed on before daylight for the farthest off of the three fords (Wolveskraal Drift).

Could he reach and cross it before his enemies, he was safe.

The Klipkraal Drift had in the meanwhile been secured by the Buffs, the West Ridings, and the Oxfordshire Light Infantry after a spirited little action which, in the rapid rush of events, attracted less attention than it deserved.

The brunt of the fighting fell upon the Oxfords, who lost ten killed and thirty-nine wounded.