The troops were in need of a rest, so on Saturday night and Sunday they remained at Enslin.

On the Monday morning (November 27th) the weary march to Kimberley was resumed.
On Monday, November 27th, at early dawn, the little British army, a dust-coloured column upon the dusty veld, moved forwards again towards their objective.

That night they halted at the pools of Klipfontein, having for once made a whole day's march without coming in touch with the enemy.

Hopes rose that possibly the two successive defeats had taken the heart out of them and that there would be no further resistance to the advance.

Some, however, who were aware of the presence of Cronje, and of his formidable character, took a juster view of the situation.
And this perhaps is where a few words might be said about the celebrated leader who played upon the western side of the seat of war the same part which Joubert did upon the east.
Commandant Cronje was at the time of the war sixty-five years of age, a hard, swarthy man, quiet of manner, fierce of soul, with a reputation among a nation of resolute men for unsurpassed resolution.