The outburst of firing which answered his shot was the sequel which saved the column.

Not often is it given to a man to die so choice a death as that of this nameless soldier.
But the detachment was already so placed that nothing could save it from heavy loss.

The wagons had all passed but nine, and the leading battery of artillery was at the very edge of the donga.

Nothing is so helpless as a limbered-up battery.

In an instant the teams were shot down and the gunners were made prisoners.