gan watching the men coming and going after
bringing in wounded men.

"Who said he saw Mr Lennox last?" cried Captain Edwards.

"I did," said the wounded man in a feeble, whining voice.

"Who's that?" said the major, stepping towards the man, who lay with his
face disfigured by a smear of blood.

"I did, sir. Dodging round one of the wagons somewhere. It was where
the Boers stood a bit, and I got hurt."

"Could you point out the place?"

"No, sir; it was all dark, and I'm hurt," said the man faintly.

"Give him some water," said the captain. "Your hurts shall be seen to
soon, my lad. Cheer up, all of you; the major has sent for the
ambulance-wagons, so you'll ride home."

"Hooray, and thanks, sir!" said the worst wounded man, and then he
fainted.

Just then, as the first orange-tipped clouds were appearing far on high,
four men were seen approaching, carrying a wounded man slung in Sergeant
James's sash; and as soon as he caught sight of the injured man's face
Major Robson hurried to meet the party.

"Roby! Tut, tut, tut!" he cried. "This is bad work. Not dead,
sergeant?"

"No, sir; but he has it badly. Bullet at the top of his forehead; hit
him full, and ploughed up through scalp; but as far as I can make out
the bone's not broken."

"Lay him down, sergeant. How long will it be," he muttered, "before we
get the doctor here? Where did you find him?"

"Lying out yonder all alone, beyond those rocks, sir," replied the
sergeant.

"Water--bandage," said the major, and both were brought, and the best
that could be done under the circumstances was effected by the major and
Sergeant James, while the sufferer resisted strongly, every now and then
muttering impatiently. Then irritably telling those who tended him to
let him go to sleep, he closed his eyes, but only to open them again and
stare vacantly, just as Dickenson, who had been away for another look
round on his own account, came up and bent over him.

"Poor fellow!" muttered Dickenson sadly, and he laid his hand
sympathetically upon that of the wounded captain.

"I don't think it's very serious," said the major. "Look here,
Dickenson; we have no time to spare. Take enough men, and set half to
round up all the bullocks and sheep you can see, while the others load
up three or four wagons with what provisions you can find. Send off
each wagon directly straight for camp, and the cattle too, while we
gather and blow up all the ammunition and