for the bright,
frank-looking face.

"He's just the same as ever," thought Jack. "Well, I hope he'll get
through this all right. There are the girls, and Aunt Mabel--it would
be dreadful if anything happened!" And with this reflection Fenleigh
J. turned over and fell asleep.

Before daybreak next morning the column was once more on the move,
crossing a large waste of sand and gravel, relieved here and there by
stretches of black rock; while, bordering the plain on either side,
were ranges of hills, which gradually approached each other until, in
the distance, they formed the pass through which ran the track leading
to the wells of Abu Klea.

The march was now beginning to tell upon the camels, which, weakened by
fatigue and short allowance of forage, fell down in large numbers
through sheer exhaustion, throwing the transport into great confusion.

Shortly before mid-day the force halted at the foot of a steep slope
for the usual morning meal of tea and bully beef.

"I shan't be sorry when we get to those wells," said Jack, sipping at
the lid of his mess-tin; "I've been parched with thirst ever since we
left Gakdul. I wonder it we shall reach them this evening!"

"I don't reckon it's much further," answered Joe Crouch. "I heard the
Nineteenth are going on ahead to water their horses. Look! they're
just off."

Jack watched the Hussars as they disappeared over the brow of the hill.

"Lucky beggars!" he muttered, and lying down upon his bed he pulled his
helmet over his eyes, and prepared for a quiet snooze before the order
should be given to mount.

He had been dozing, and was in the dreamy stage between waking and
sleeping, when his attention was attracted by a conversation which was
taking place in his immediate vicinity. A few yards away, Lieutenant
Lawson was sitting on the ground rearranging the folds of his putties,
and talking to another subaltern.

"I shouldn't have brought a thing like that with me," the latter was
saying; "you might lose it. Any old silver one's good enough for this
job, especially if you get bowled over, and some villain picks your
pockets."

"Well, I hadn't another," answered Lawson; "and, after all, it didn't
cost me much. I knew a fellow at Melchester, called Fosberton, an
awful young ass. He got into debt, and was hard pushed to raise the
wind. He wanted me to buy this. I was rather sorry for the chap, so I
gave him five pounds for it, and told him he could have it