Lennox was called, and Dickenson's eyes dilated and then seemed to contract, for there was no reply. "Mr Lennox.--Who saw Mr Lennox last?" There was no answer for some seconds, and then from where the wounded lay a feeble voice said, "I saw him running round one of the wagons, sir, just in the thick of the fight." "He must be down," said the major sadly. "Look for him, my lads; he is somewhere on the ground we came along, lying perhaps amongst the Boers." Dickenson groaned--perhaps it was from pain, for his injury throbbed, pangs running right up into the shoulder-joint, and then up the left side of his neck. "Oh! don't say poor old Drew's down," he said to himself. "Just, too, when I was growling at him for not coming to look me up when I was hurt." No one did say he was down but the young lieutenant's imagination, and he sat down on a rock and began watching the men coming and going after bringing in wounded men. "Who said he saw Mr Lennox last?" cried Captain Edwards. "I did," said the wounded man in a feeble, whining voice. "Who's that?" said the major, stepping towards the man, who lay with his face disfigured by a smear of blood. "I did, sir. Dodging round one of the wagons somewhere. It was where the Boers stood a bit, and I got hurt." "Could you point out the place?" "No, sir; it was all dark, and I'm hurt," said the man faintly. "Give him some water," said the captain. "Your hurts shall be seen to soon, my lad. Cheer up, all of you; the major has sent for the ambulance-wagons, so you'll ride home." "Hooray, and thanks, sir!" said the worst wounded man, and then he fainted. Just then, as the first orange-tipped clouds were appearing far on high, four men were seen approaching, carrying a wounded man slung in Sergeant James's sash; and as soon as he caught sight of the injured man's face Major Robson hurried to meet the party. "Roby! Tut, tut, tut!" he cried. "This is bad work. Not dead, sergeant?" "No, sir; but he has it badly. Bullet at the top of his forehead; hit him full, and ploughed up through scalp; but as far as I can make out the bone's not broken." "Lay him down, sergeant. How long will it be," he muttered, "before we get the doctor here? Where did you find him?" "Lying out yonder all alone, beyond those rocks, sir," replied the sergeant. "Water--bandage," said the major, and both were brought, and the best that could be done under the circumstances was effected by the major and Sergeant James, while the sufferer resisted strongly, every now and then muttering impatiently. Then irritably telling those who tended him to let him go to sleep, he closed his eyes, but only to open them again and stare vacantly, just as Dickenson, who had been away for another look round on his own account, came up and bent over him. "Poor fellow!" muttered Dickenson sadly, and he laid his hand sympathetically upon that of the wounded captain.