ten o'clock
`` That 's your sort ; never pull trigger till you can blow him to smithereens . '' The advance of the line was not rapid , but it left nothing living behind it . Then the First Brigade under Redvers Buller went into and across the nullah , making for the second ridge held by the enemy some half mile off , still keeping the square formation . It was well that the distance to be traversed was so short , for it was now getting on for ten o'clock , and the power of the sun was intense . The ground , too , was covered with sharp rocks of red granite , and these had become so hot as to burn the feet . But what do brave men feel in the delirium of battle ? When close to the foe a volley rang out , and then from every parched throat `` Hurrah ! ''