Time after time they rallied and hurled themselves against our breastworks.

All that night and well on into the next day the fight continued, and it was past noon before the devoted fanatics became convinced that their gods had deserted them, that victory was not for them, and that no effort, however heroic on their part, could drive us from the Ridge.

The enemy's loss was heavy, ours trifling, for our men were admirably steady, well protected by breastworks, and never allowed to show themselves except when the assailants came close up.

We had only 1 officer and 9 men killed and 36 men wounded.
The officer was Lieutenant Eaton Travers, of the 1st Punjab Infantry.
He had been seven years with the regiment, and had been present with it in nearly all the many frontier fights in which it had been engaged.

He was a bright, happy fellow, and a great friend of mine.