Such judgment of range would have delighted the most martinet of inspectors at Okehampton.

Bang came another, and another, and another, right into the heart of the battery.

The six little guns lay back at their extremest angle, and all barked together in impotent fury.

Another shell pitched over them, and the officer in command lowered his field-glass in despair as he saw his own shells bursting far short upon the hillside.
Jameson's defeat does not seem to have been due to any defect in his artillery.

French, peering and pondering, soon came to the conclusion that there were too many Boers for him, and that if those fifteen-pounders desired target practice they should find some other mark than the Natal Field Artillery.