In the evening the West Kents and the King's Own Scottish Borderers were relieved by the 2nd West Ridings and the 2nd Yorkshire Light Infantry, who again stormed the hill, under cover of heavy artillery fire and drove the enemy off with the bayonet. But Hill 60 was of vital importance to the enemy if they intended to maintain their Hollebeke ground, and on the 19th and 20th a terrific cannonade was directed against them. In the evening of the latter day came another determined infantry attack, while all the night parties of the enemy's bomb-throwers kept working their way up to our trenches. At 9.30 that night two companies of the Queen Victoria's, under Major Rees and Capt Westby, received orders to advance from their trenches and take up a position close to the top of the hill. Although the distance to be traversed was only some 200 yards, so terrible was the fire to which they were exposed that it took them two hours to reach the post assigned to them, where they dug themselves in close to a huge crater made by one of the British mines which had been exploded on the 17th. Towards midnight Sergt E.H Pulleyn was ordered to take sixteen men up to the very crest of the hill, some twenty yards away, to fill a gap in our trench-line there. A withering fire was immediately opened upon his party by the enemy, who were not thirty yards distant, and only the Sergeant and eleven of his men reached the position, while of the survivors five fell almost immediately. Pulleyn and the remaining six maintained their ground for a few minutes, when, recognising the impossibility of holding it longer, they retired and rejoined their comrades, carrying their wounded with them. Both Major Rees and Capt Westby had already been killed and of 150 riflemen who had followed them up the fatal hill, two-thirds had fallen. The remainder held on stubbornly, however, and so accurate was their fire that the Germans did not dare to advance over the crest. But the cross-fire to which our men were exposed was terrible; never for a moment did it slacken and man after man went down before it. When day began to break there were but thirty left. It was at this critical moment that an officer was seen making his way up the hill towards them. The men in the trench held their breath; it seemed to them impossible that anyone could come alive through the midst of the fearful fire which was sweeping the slope; every instant they expected to see him fall to rise no more. But on he came, sometimes running, sometimes crawling, while bullets buzzed past his head and shells burst all about him, until at last he climbed the parapet and stood amongst them, unharmed. Then they saw that he was Second Lieut Woolley, who learning that their officers had been killed, had left the security of his own trench and run the gauntlet of the enemy's fire to take charge of that gallant little band. His arrival put fresh heart into the Queen Victoria's, and there in that trench, choked with their dead and wounded comrades, shelled and bombed and enfiladed by machine guns, this Oxford undergraduate, the two brave NCO's Pulleyn and Peabody, and their handful of Territorials, held the German hordes at bay, hour after hour, repelling more than one attack, in which the young Lieutenant rendered excellent service by the accuracy of his bomb-throwing, until at last relief came. Of four officers and 150 NCO's and men who had ascended the hill the previous night, only two NCO's and one man answered the roll-call. But, though they had suffered grievously, the battalion had gained great honour, both for themselves and the whole Territorial Force.