One man counted twenty-five, another thirteen.

I myself saw two.

At all events, waggons were there, and we thought of capturing them.

But it was past ten before even the nucleus of a force reached Range Post, and the waggons were already far away.

Out trotted the 18th and 19th Hussars, three batteries, and the Imperial Light Horse on to the undulating plain leading up to the ridge of Bluebank, where the Boers have one gun and plenty of rocks to hide behind.