As hard as they could lick, they bolted like rabbits to their holes, but faster behind them came the avenging English with the velvet glove flung aside and the iron hand visible to their terror-stricken eyes.

In the general rout, the mere act of punishment, there were many instances of coolness and bravery.
One man got detached from the rest, and suddenly found himself confronted by eight of the enemy.

In an instant his horse was shot under him, but almost in the same instant he was standing in front of the eight with his rifle to his shoulder.

Before they could close on him with their knobkerries and assegais, or before they could shoot him down, he had used his magazine fire with such deadly effect that four of his enemy were dead and the other four were sprinting for dear life.

Baden-Powell had two pretty adventures in this engagement.
Having emptied his Colt's repeater, he threw it carefully under a peculiar tree, so that he might find it when business was done; then he went to work with his revolver.