But for the succour so promptly accorded by Florian, another moment would have seen that savage, after wounding Hammersley by one assegai, give him the _coup de grace_ with another; as it is a superstition with the Zulus that if they do not rip their enemies open, disembowelling them, as their bodies swell and burst when dead, so will those of the slayers in life; and so firm is their belief in that, that after the victory had been won at Rorke's Drift many of the Zulus were seen to pause, even under a heavy fire, to rip up a few of our dead who lay outside the entrenchment; and cases have been known in which warriors who have been unable to perform this barbarous ceremony have committed suicide to escape what they deemed their inevitable doom. Florian tied his handkerchief round Hammersley's arm, above the wound, to stay the blood, till he left him safely with the ambulance waggons and in care of Staff-Surgeon Gallipot; and though faint with the bleeding, for the wound was long and deep--a regular gash--Hammersley wrung the hand of his saver, and said: 'My gallant young fellow, you will have good reason if I live--as I doubt not I will--to recall this evening's work with satisfaction.' 'I shall ever remember, sir, with pride that I saved your life--the life of the only friend I have now in our decimated regiment since I lost poor Bob Edgehill.' 'It is not that I mean,' said Hammersley faintly, 'but, if spared, I shall see to your future, and all that sort of thing, you understand.' 'I thank you, sir, and hope----' 'Hope nothing,' said Hammersley, closing his eyes, as memory brought a gush of bitterness to his heart. 'Why, sir?' 'Because when one is prepared for the worst, disappointment can never come.' Florian knew not what to make of this sudden change of mood in his officer, and so remained discreetly silent. 'Have you any water in your bottle?' asked Hammersley. 'A little, sir.' 'Then give me a drop, for God's sake--mine is empty.' Florian took the water-bottle from his waist-belt and drew out the plug; the sufferer drank thirstily, and on being placed in a sitting position, with a blanket about him, strove to obtain a little sleep, being weary and faint with the events of the past day. 'Whoever he is, that lad has good blood in his veins, and he has no fear of lavishing it,' was his last thought as he watched the receding figure of Florian leading away his favourite Tattoo by the bridle. Our total casualties at Ginghilovo were only sixty-one; those of the Zulus above twelve hundred. The story of the encounter might have been different had another column of ten thousand men, which had been despatched from Ulundi by Cetewayo the day after the march of Somapo, effected a junction with the latter.