They had struck a "shearlegs" or derrick upon the parapet.

One of our first shots brought the whole machinery down, and all through the firing of the Naval guns was excellent.
About six I had driven out (being still enfeebled with fever) to King's Post, to see the tail-end of the Boer waggons disappear.

On returning I found all the world running for all they were worth to the lower end of the High-street and shouting wildly.

The cause was soon evident.

Riding up just past the Anglican Church came a squadron of mounted infantry.
They were not our own.