In a hollow on one flank were the 18th Hussars and the mounted infantry.

On the other were the eighteen motionless guns, limbered up and ready, the horses fidgeting and stamping in the raw morning air.
And then suddenly--could that be they?
An officer with a telescope stared intently and pointed.

Another and another turned a steady field glass towards the same place.

And then the men could see also, and a little murmur of interest ran down the ranks.
A long sloping hill--Talana Hill--olive-green in hue, was stretching away in front of them.

At the summit it rose into a rounded crest.