The brown dust-geysers increased among the rocks where the British lay, and soon the soldiers turned and ran for their horses.

Burghers crept from rock to rock in pursuit of them, and their bullets urged the fleeing horsemen on.

The British cannon spoke less frequently, and shells and bullets fell so thickly around them that bravery in such a situation seemed suicidal, and the last artilleryman fled.

Boers ran up and turned the loaded guns upon the backs of those who had operated them a few moments before.
Down in the north-western part of the field a large force of troops was dashing over the veld toward the banks of the spruit.

Officers, waving swords above their heads and shouting commands to their subordinates, led the way.