posts; three hundred were captured, together with the guns of the two batteries. It would be hard to say whether the fight at Homatan was more glorious to the victors or to the vanquished. This was the last stand of the Russian army. The pursuit from this point was taken up by the small force of Japanese cavalry, and the wearied infantry, after an action almost unparalleled in military history, bivouacked on the field. The officers of the company extended to Bob a hearty welcome to their mess; the menu consisted of the usual rations of the rank and file: rice, dried fish and pickles, washed down in water from a neighbouring mountain stream. Bob was eating as heartily as the rest when he was startled by a familiar voice behind him. "How do, Bob?" He sprang up, and almost choked himself in the eagerness with which he welcomed no other than his friend Yamaguchi. "Well—I’m—blowed!" he ejaculated, shaking hands so vigorously that Yamaguchi at length laughingly protested. "How in the world do you come here?" "You don’t bear me a grudge, then? I was very sorry; but I had to leave you with those Cossacks, you know." "Don’t mention it; I’m only too glad you got away safely—though, in truth, your dastardly desertion of me has landed me in a pretty pickle of fish. But I’ll forgive you; I’d forgive anybody to-day. Isn’t this glorious, old fellow? Did you see the fight?" "I had a little part in it. We’ve been working in the lower reaches of the river. General Kuroki deluded the Russians into the belief that our main crossing was to be effected there. Sassulitch swallowed it whole. I had to land some men yesterday on a small island above Yongampo. We were stormed by the enemy. I withdrew the survivors in boats, and unluckily my boat sank and I was knocked over by a splinter from a Russian shell. They picked me up and carried me off to Antung, and then towards Feng-huang-cheng, but our cavalry came up and released me, and here I am." "Got a bad knock?" asked Bob, noticing that his left arm was bound up. "Oh no! a bit of the muscle torn away, that’s all. But come, I’m sure you’ve more to tell than I have. I want to know what you’ve been about since you deserted the _Kasumi_." Bob’s story necessarily occupied a long time in the telling, but Yamaguchi listened with growing excitement, never interrupting until Bob came to the point where Kobo had rescued him from the tower. "Ah!" said the Japanese. "You came across Kobo? I put you off the scent, didn’t I? Of course it was he I was in communication with on those night expeditions from the _Kasumi_. But go on; your story’s quite a romance." Bob proceeded with his narrative. When he told how Kobo had been captured almost within sight of safety, Yamaguchi looked distressed.