On the slopes beyond hundreds of horsemen were retreating, and a gun was being hurriedly dragged into the town.

For a moment it seemed as if nothing had been left as a trophy, but suddenly a keen-eyed sergeant raised a cheer, which was taken up again and again until it resounded over the veld.

Under the crest, lying on its side with a broken wheel, was a gun--one of the 15-pounders of Stormberg which it was a point of honour to regain once more.

Many a time had the gunners been friends in need to the infantry.

Now it was the turn of the infantry to do something in exchange.