But the Boers had gone.
The remnants of them were struggling to get away in the twilight over a bit of rocky plain on our left.

There the Dragoon Guards got them, and three times went through.

A Dragoon Guards corporal who was there tells me the Boers fell off their horses and rolled among the rocks, hiding their heads in their arms and calling for mercy--calling to be shot, anything to escape the stab of those terrible lances.

But not many escaped.

"We just gave them a good dig as they lay," were the corporal's words.