Can't see a wagons yet." "They can't see the wagons ?" I cried.

"How do you know ?" "Come on horses after us," he said.

"Gallop fast." "Of course," I replied, and looked anxiously at our great, lumbering prizes, wishing I could do something to hurry the bullocks on; but wishing was vain, and I knew all the time it would be madness to attempt to hasten the animals' pace, and likely only to end in disaster.
The darkness, which had appeared to be low between us and the Boer lines, now began to turn of a soft grey, which minute by minute lightened more and more, and rose till it looked like a succession of horizontal streaks, beneath which lay something disconnected and strange, but which gradually took the form of a long line of horses, broken here and there by little curves which, by straining my eyes, I made out to be wagon-tilts seen through the soft pale-bluish air.

Next, on turning sharply to look in the direction of our comrades, there were the old piled-up walls of our stronghold clearly marked against the sky.
"It's a long, long way yet, Joeboy," I said.
"Yes, long way," he replied.
"Can you see the Boers on the move ?" He shook his head, and then hurried to the foreloper, a heavy-looking black, who was signalling to him.
Charge!--by George Manville Fenn.