Ted grinned back at them all, but his heart beat somewhat rapidly as he was ushered into the head-quarters tent, and it was to beat much more wildly before he left. Sir Archdale looked up as the boy entered, and went on with his work for some moments, and Ted stood at attention and wondered what was going to happen. At length the general again glanced up from his papers. He was evidently very busy. "You sent for me, sir?" Ted faltered. "Yes. I am sorry that my duty is much less pleasant than on the previous occasion, when I prematurely raised your hopes of the V.C." Ted gasped. "I hope it may still be all right," General Wilson continued, "but this morning I received notice from Colonel Munro that there is another claimant to the honour of having exploded the magazine at Aurungpore." Ted was utterly bewildered. He could not find a word to say. "It seems that another officer of yours--let me see," the general took up a letter that lay on the table, and referred thereto. "Ah, Ensign Tynan!--was taken prisoner by the sepoys, but rescued; and his story is that he was in command of the party holding the fort, and that it was he who fired the train. His account is confirmed by a native officer who saved his life, and who was present." "Why, sir, there was no native officer in the party," Ted exclaimed, "no one higher than a havildar, and he was with me all the time.--So Tynan is really alive, sir?" "Evidently. Of course, I am in no position to judge between you, and I know nothing beyond the bald facts just related. If you dispute his statements an enquiry will have to be held later." "His statements!" said Ted indignantly. "Why, sir, he implored me to surrender, and not to fire the train, and Ambar Singh, the havildar, will bear me out. Thinking he was dead, I never told that to a soul, sir; but if he has lied in this way, he deserves to be shown up." "I trust that no British officer would act as you allege, Ensign Russell," said the general coldly. "At present I can say nothing more, and I am very busy. Rest assured that justice will be done." Ted saluted stiffly, and walked out. If he had felt dazed on the previous occasion, what were his feelings now? Full of indignation against his dishonourable messmate, and of intense disappointment because of the probable loss of the coveted honour, he strode back to the Gurkha picket, and told Jim and Paterson what had happened. They could hardly credit the story. They both knew Tynan's character, and Alec had heard Ambar Singh's free version of the incident, and they felt no doubt regarding the result of any enquiry. "Don't be downcast, Ted, old boy," said Jim affectionately. "It will soon be all right." "But who can the native officer be?" Alec wondered. "It's a mystery." "I can't make it out," Ted replied. "Anyway Ambar Singh and Dwarika Rai will give evidence, and then where will Master Tynan be?"