In an instant the white leaders scaled the timbers, and the men followed at their heels.
To their astonishment, the place was empty.

The surprise was complete.

It was clear that the enemy had no information, whatever, of their approach; and the guard from the stockade had gone to feed, with their companions, in the war camp.
The bugle had told them what was coming and, with a roar, thousands of black figures dashed up towards the stockade.

There was nothing for it but to charge and, with fixed bayonets, the Hausas dashed forward, regardless of the heavy fire with which they were met.
Enormously as they outnumbered their assailants, the sight of the glittering bayonets and the cheers of the Hausas were too much for the enemy.

Those in front, after a few more shots, turned and fled; the Hausas following in hot pursuit.