The wicked enemy approached.

They were marching with a careless swaggeringness that showed how little they suspected the horrible doom which was about to teach them England's might and supremeness.
Just as the enemy turned the corner so that we could see them, the Colonel shouted--'Right section, fire!' and there was a deafening banging.
The enemy's officer said something, and then the enemy got confused and tried to get into the fields through the hedges.

But all was vain.

There was firing now from our men, on the left as well as the right.

And then our Colonel strode nobly up to the enemy's Colonel and demanded surrender.