ame, and we'll get the sawbones at it soon as we're in. You may
thank your stars it was a spent one, or you'd have had a broken arm for
some time to come."

"Never mind. We've boned the chiefs," said Dick, delightedly. "That
sweep Vunisa, he's the beggar who'd have cut my throat that night they
tied me up in a bag. Jolly glad we've boned him. Bit of turning the
tables there."

"We ought to enlist you, Selmes," said Sub-Inspector Mainwaring, who was
in command of the body that had so opportunely come to the rescue.
"You're a tiger for pulling off anything out of the way."

"Well, I hope I'll go through some more jolly old scraps with you
fellows," answered Dick. "The war seems to have begun in earnest now."

"Don't know. This may have broken the whole back of it. Eh, Greenoak?"

"May, or may not," answered the latter, who was not going to commit
himself to an ordinary conversational opinion at that stage.

They were joined by the other half of the pursuit under Inspector
Chambers. One man had been killed. A desperate savage, fairly
cornered, had sprung like a wild-cat upon the unfortunate trooper and
assegaied him fair and square as he sat in his saddle, being himself,
however, immediately shot. Three more were wounded with assegai cuts.
But, all things considered, the Police had come off with flying colours,
and all hands were in high spirits.

On the way, they picked up the wounded Kafir, Tolangubo, who had given
the information which had led to the capture of the chiefs. He had
proved useful enough already, and might prove so again, thought
Inspector Chambers when the man expressed a desire to join the Police as
a native detective. But, watching his opportunity, he besought Harley
Greenoak to enjoin upon the four troopers on no account to let out that
he had been instrumental in that, for in such event he could be of no
use at all, as the vengeance of his countrymen would be certain to
overtake him, and then--why, a dead man was more useless than a dead ox,
since you could neither eat him nor use his skin--he added, somewhat
humorously.

On reaching camp the two chiefs were lodged in the guard-hut, Jacob
Snyman having been now released and allowed to return to duty. He had
shown his good faith. The attack against which he had warned them had
been made in real earnest, and now in the flush of victory, the
would-have-been traitor found himself rather popular than otherwise.
All the same, a watchf