Many a poor fellow was shot down by some invisible figure who was talking to him in English and was taken for a friend.

One Boer fired upon a private at two or three yards--and missed him! The private sprang upon him.

"I surrender! I surrender!" cried the Boer, throwing down his rifle.

"So do I," cried the private, and plunged his bayonet through the man's stomach and out at his back.
One by one the companies cut their way into the open ground by the railway, and to Observation Hill, where the enemy dare not pursue.

By half-past three a.m.the greater part were back at Leicester Post again.
It was a triumph, even for the Rifle Brigade: as fine and gallant an achievement as could be done.