The hunger is nothing, it’s the thirst! People who slowly starve can bear hunger, but thirst is an active devil. They’ve found an enfilading spot commanding our trench to the water. We lost three men in succession two days ago. Dug all day yesterday to strike a well, no success. To-day it’s gone hard with us. Last night, I think I’d a touch of fever; you were so mixed up in my mind with my thirst that it seemed to me it was the want of you made me suffer so much. I found myself, found my dry tongue, calling for you, clamouring out loud in the silence. Ah, there are miles and miles of mountains between us! This is worse than death. * * * * * They’ve heliographed from the hills; the relief is in sight. They’ve had an awful time in the snows, and half the fellows are blind. They will have to recoup a bit before they can strike. But they have guns and that ought to settle it. Meanwhile we can’t wait—we’re going to run up a fresh trench to the water, if we lose twenty men by it. * * * * * The job is done. Leicester managed it splendidly with less loss than we expected. But he’s got a nasty wound in the hip. We’ve got water again—Rosamond, Rosamond, when will you hold the cup for me to drink? The first gun went to-day. They haven’t got to the right spot yet, but such as it was the shooting flustered the ant-hill down there, finely. For two days Yufzul has left us in peace, and meanwhile the guns on the hill get closer and pound away. But the enemy shows no sign of packing yet. The Khan is a tough old boy; we’ll have a tussle for it yet. They’ve flashed to say they are ready up there. We shall co-operate. This last sheet but one was dated April 15, 8 A.M. The next entry was marked 3 P.M. of the same day. In measure as the relief approaches, I know not why, my hopes go down. Rosamond—oh, if I should never see you again! What will you do with your life? You will have my mother, though that may not be for long, and there is enough to keep you both from want, thank God, under the roof of the Old Ancient House. Go to her there; at least for the first. And then and then—I won’t bind you. If we had had a child you would be more mine! I wish we had another night, even in this trap of death. I might perhaps dream of you once more. The dead won’t dream. Perhaps that is best. What if we should never meet again!