utenant Leigh
at the rear of the first party, so as to be with Miss Ross, and Captain
Dyer in the rear of all, hiding, poor fellow, all he must have felt, and
seeming to give up every thought to the escape, and that only.

STORY ONE, CHAPTER TWENTY.

I could just make out the great looming figure of an elephant, as we
marched slowly on, when I was startled by a low sort of wimmering noise,
followed directly after by a grunting on my right.

"What's that?" says Captain Dyer. Then in an instant: "Threes right!"
he cried to the men, and they faced round, so as to cover the women and
children.

There was no further alarm, though, and all seemed as silent as could
be; so once more under orders, the march was continued till we were out
from amidst the houses, and travelling over the sandy dusty plain; when
there was another alarm--we were followed--so said the men in the rear;
and sure enough, looming up against the darkness--a mass of darkness
itself--we could see an elephant.

The men were faced round, and a score of pieces were directed at the
great brute; but when within three or four yards, it was plain enough
that it was alone, and Measles says aloud: "Blest if it isn't old
_Nabob_!"

The old elephant it was; and passing through, he went up to where Harry
Lant was calling him softly, knelt down to order; and then climbing and
clinging on as well as they could, the great brute's back was covered
with women and children--the broad shallow howdah pretty well taking the
lot--while the great beast seemed as pleased as possible to get back
amongst his old friends, rubbing his trunk first on this one and then on
that; and thankful we were for the help he gave us, for how else we
should have got over that desert plain I can't say.

I should think we had gone a good eight miles, when Measles ranges up
close aside me as I walked by the elephant, looking up at the
riding-party from time to time, and trying to make out which was Lizzy,
and pitying them too, for the children were fretful, and it was a sad
time they had of it up there.

"They'll have it hot there some time to-morrow morning, Ike," says
Measles to me.

"Where?" I said faintly, for I was nearly done for, and I did not take
much interest in anything.

"Begumbagh," he says. And when I asked him what he meant he said: "How
much powder do you think there was down in that vault?"

"A good five hundredweight," I said.

"All that," says Measles. "They'