The Boer had taken a risk over this venture, and now he had to pay the stakes.

Down the hill he passed, crouching, darting, but the spruits behind him were turned into swirling streams, and as he hesitated for an instant upon the brink the relentless sleet of bullets came from behind.

Many were swept away down the gorges and into the Klip River, never again to be accounted for in the lists of their field-cornet.

The majority splashed through, found their horses in their shelter, and galloped off across the great Bulwana Plain, as fairly beaten in as fair a fight as ever brave men were yet.
The cheers of victory as the Devons swept the ridge had heartened the weary men upon Caesar's Camp to a similar effort.

Manchesters, Gordons, and Rifles, aided by the fire of two batteries, cleared the long-debated position.