A Dutch outpost challenged, but was satisfied by a Dutch-speaking Carabineer.

Higher and higher the men crept, the silence broken only by the occasional slip of a stone or the rustle of their own breathing.

Most of them had left their boots below.

Even in the darkness they kept some formation, and the right wing curved forward to outflank the defence.

Suddenly a Mauser crack and a spurt of flame--then another and another! 'Come on, boys! Fix bayonets!' yelled Karri Davies.