ton--your fag?"

"Remember little Forsyth! Of course I do. But you don't mean to say--
by George! Now I look at you I see a sort of a likeness. But I should
never have known you."

"I expect not. When you left I was thirteen, and I have altered a good
bit since then. But you were eighteen or thereabouts, and have not
changed so much."

"That's it; though I have had plenty to change me, too. But how do you
come to be here, and in that toggery?"

"Well, it is rather a long story," said Harry, "and I would sooner tell
it sitting down somewhere out of the sun. What are you doing here--in
private practice?"

"That is a long story, too," cried Howard, laughing; "and I would also
sooner tell it sitting out of the sun. Come to Yussuff's, where we can
wash this mess from our hands, and get anything we want."

Yussuff's was not far. It was a convenient establishment, where you
could get a meal, or a bottle of wine, or even beer, if you would pay
for it, or simply take a chibouque or narghile, and a cup of coffee or a
sherbet.

"Try the lemonade; they make it first-rate here," said Howard; and Harry
took his advice, and swallowed a big glassful of nectar, which no iced
champagne he had ever drunk could beat. And then they washed their
hands and rested on a comfortable divan while they interchanged
confidences.

Howard had been a bit wild, perhaps, before he passed the College of
Surgeons, and did not see any opening afterwards; he had no money or
professional interest. So he had gone into the Turkish service, and,
thinking himself ill-treated, had passed into that of the Khedive, and
had lately volunteered to accompany Hicks Pasha's expedition.

"I have made a regular hash of it, as usual," he said; "for my great
wish is to study gun-shot wounds, and for that purpose I should have
taken service with the Mahdi; for almost all our fellows are hurt with
spears or swords, while all their wounded are shot. But now tell me
what extraordinary chance has brought you out here."

Harry told his story, leaving out, however, all that part about his
uncle, the Tipperary Sheikh, who was now in all probability in the ranks
of the enemy Hicks Pasha's force was about to attack.

When he had done, Howard said--

"I remember that fellow Daireh; he would have had a short shrift if we
had caught him! It was unlucky, though, that he was found out before
you came; he could not have done us much more harm, and the finding him