With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born LeaderHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born Leader
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
The rifle duel continued for an hour. As Chris had said would be the
case, after seven or eight had fallen, as they were trying to make
rushes across pieces of ground where boulders afforded no cover, the
rest became very cautious, and at last only an occasional shot was
heard.
"We will fall back now," Chris said, "for aught we know a party of them
may be working round somewhere to take us in rear. We know that they
have not got their horses with them, for we can see the spot where they
hid them. Still, we do not want to be caught between two fires. Let
four on each flank crawl back; keep well among the rocks, and don't let
them catch sight of you. We will fire occasionally to let them know
that we are still here. When you have got the horses up and everything
is ready, whistle, and we will come back to you. It will be a long time
before they venture to crawl up and discover that we have gone, an hour
most likely, and by that time the cattle will be a dozen miles on their
way to Estcourt, and the Boers are not likely to follow them."
Ten minutes later all were in their saddles. They had left the horses
at a spot where there was a sharp elbow in the gorge, and their retreat
could not be seen from the valley below. They cantered along in high
glee; not one had received a scratch, while some twelve of the first
party of Boers had fallen, and fully fifteen of the second, and it was
certain that at least as many more must have been wounded.
"I expect they really gave up all idea of carrying our position long
ago," Chris said, "and have only been keeping up their fire to prevent
our turning the tables upon them. They must have seen that we are
better mounted than they are, and have been afraid that we should in
turn take the offensive. I should not be surprised if they stay where
they are all day, and don't venture to mount and ride off till it gets
dark."
"You are something like a leader," Peters said enthusiastically. "We
knew that you were a good fellow, and would make the best leader among
us, but no one could think that our choice would turn out so well as it
has done. This is the second fight we have had with the Boers, and we
have thrashed them well each time, although the first time they were
twice as strong, and in the second something like four times, and we
have not lost one of our number. I am sure if we had been caught where
we were without you with us, at least half of us would have been
killed, and we should have been lucky to get away with only that."
Riding without pressing their horses, it was two hours before they
overtook the party with the cattle. These had now broken into a walk.
"We kept them at it till half an hour ago," Willesden said
apologetically, when they came up, "but the Kaffirs said that unless we
gave them a rest half of them would drop, so we let them go easy till
you came up."
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