"Look here," roared Dickenson at the same moment, "I've had enough of this, my fine fellow. Surrender, or I'll fire without mercy." "Ha!" ejaculated Lennox in a sigh of relief, for those six shots had not been fired in vain. The prisoner had unconsciously summoned assistance to complete his capture, and Lennox's sigh had been produced by the sight of a flash of light and the sound of hurrying feet, the two sergeants with their lanterns reaching the spot first, closely followed by the officers and men, who gazed down in wonder at the human knot composed of the wondrously tied up three lying at the edge of the precipice. "Come on," shouted Dickenson. "We've caught the ghost. Don't let him go." "Here, hold these, some one," cried Sergeant James, and as soon as he had got rid of his lantern he made fast, as a sailor would say, to the prisoner and held on; while, to use his words, his mate pulled out the prisoner's stings, for he had three--two revolvers (one of course discharged) and a keen-bladed sheath-knife, something like an American bowie. Five minutes later the light of the held-up lanterns fell upon a fierce-looking, much bruised and battered, black-bearded Boer, lying upon the rocky shelf, tied hand and foot, his face so smeared and disfigured by blood that it acted like a mask. "Carry him down at once," said Captain Roby; "he is evidently badly wounded." "Not he," growled Dickenson savagely. "He hurt me more than I hurt him. He used pistol; I only used fist and punched him in the nose." Sergeant James smiled grimly, and drawing a roll of bandage from his wallet, tore off a bit and wiped the blood from the prisoner's face. "Hullo!" he cried.--"Hooray, Captain Roby, sir! This is our Boer friend who tried to blow us up." Lennox stopped forward eagerly, and signed for the lantern to be lowered. "Yes," he cried wonderingly; "that is the man." "And no mistake," said Dickenson. "Come, I call this a good catch." The other officers looked down at the dark eyes scowling up at them. "Yes," he growled fiercely, "I am the man; and I'll do it yet." "Perhaps your precious game may be stopped now, my good fellow," said Captain Roby meaningly. "Yes," said Captain Edwards sternly. "You were treated well and generously the first time; this time you may find that the English officers can be stern as well as generous to a beaten enemy.--Well, Captain Roby," he continued, "there was no mistake, you see, about the alarm." "So I see," said the latter officer coldly. "The thing is, what was he doing here?" "Playing the spy, or hiding and waiting for a chance to get away, I suppose." "Well, you will take him down with you, and report to the colonel," said Captain Edwards. "Stop a bit," cried Dickenson. "You haven't got the other." "What other?" cried the two captains in a breath. "This fellow's comrade." "Has he one?" "You heard what the private said about seeing two," cried Dickenson.