He was pale as the clouds above him, and the pain was agonising, but the dying man's letter was filled with nothing but expressions of love and tenderness.
In the south-eastern part of the field a large party of cavalrymen was speeding in the direction of Thaba N'Chu.

On two sides of them, a thousand yards behind, small groups of horsemen were giving chase.

At a distance, the riders appeared like ants slowly climbing the hillside.

Now and then a Boer rider suddenly stopped his horse, leaped to the ground, and fired at the fleeing cavalrymen.

A second afterwards he was on his horse again, bending to the chase.