The consequence was that two of the enemy, who did not get out of the way in time, were literally ridden over.

The burghers thought that these two unfortunate men had been trodden to death by the horses, but it was not likely that any of them would dismount to see if this were actually the case.
As I have already said, General Botha and I were in the rearguard.

We knew, however, that Vice-Commandant-in-Chief Piet Fourie--a man whom nothing on earth would stop, if he had once made up his mind--was leading the van, and that he was supported by Veldtcornet Johannes Hattingh, who was as resolute and undaunted as his chief.
Fourie did not wait for us to catch him up, but at once went down the mountain side.

When we saw this, General Botha and I rode with all speed ahead, telling the burghers to come on more gently with their weary horses.

I did not fear thus to leave them behind, because I knew that General Knox was still a long way in the rear.
Just as General Fourie, leading the first storming-party, had passed between the forts, we came up with him, our burghers still straggling on behind us.