It was not a man too much.

With the dawn of day it could be seen that the Boers held the southern and we the northern slopes, while the narrow plateau between formed a bloody debatable ground.

Along a front of a quarter of a mile fierce eyes glared and rifle barrels flashed from behind every rock, and the long fight swayed a little back or a little forward with each upward heave of the stormers or rally of the soldiers.

For hours the combatants were so near that a stone or a taunt could be thrown from one to the other.

Some scattered sangars still held their own, though the Boers had passed them.