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At the first sound of the firing Lumsden jumped to his feet, and taking this inlying picquet, rushed out of camp at its head, and so posted it as to enfilade and hold in check the great body of Waziris who now darkened the skyline. Then, hastening back to camp, he reached it almost abreast of the five hundred, who were not to be denied.

I was proceeding with Mr Henley in search of the consul, who was to arrange matters about the ship, when I felt a hand placed on my shoulder, and I heard a voice say "Halloa, old fellow! Marsden! what wind has brought you here in that rig?" "A pretty stiff gale," I answered, looking up and recognising an old school-fellow, Tom Lumsden, who, though older than Alfred, was a great friend of his.

"To what purpose therefore, Sahib, should I waste my day?" he said to Lumsden. "With your Honour's permission I will accompany my infantry comrades on foot. Are we not all of one corps?" And so he went, keeping well forward, and handy for the first encounter.

New joys, new hopes, new sensations had been aroused. Before leaving, Dick Martin took John Binning aside, and in a low but firm voice said "you're right, sir. A grievous sin does lie heavy on me. I robbed Mrs Mooney, a poor widdy, of her little bag o' savin's twenty pounds it was." The latter part of this confession was accidentally overheard by Bob Lumsden.

Being well known as a citizen of the United States, I was greatly surprised at this event; and believing that I could not legally discharge the duties of any office of trust, honor, or emolument, however humble, under the British government, I hastened off at once to Mr. Lumsden, an old, and highly respectable planter, who resided on his own estate, and had acted as a magistrate for many years.

He waved his pistol towards the side; I noticed that the butt was inlaid with mother-of-pearl Lumsden rushed at him and clawed at his clothes, imploring him not to be rash. We were so close in with the coast that the surf along the shore gleamed and sparkled in full view. Someone shouted aloft, "Look out! They are firing again."

Fred then went to show the immense blessing that mission ships had already been to the North Sea fishermen alike to their souls and bodies; but we may not follow him further, for Bob Lumsden and Pat Stiver claim individual attention just now. When these enterprising heroes observed that the shades of evening were beginning to fall, they rose to take their leave.

"Robert Lumsden, Esquire," said Pat, seeing that his friend hesitated. "Not at all, you little idiot," said Bob sharply. "You mustn't mention my name on no account." "From a gentleman, then," suggested Pat. "That might do; but I ain't a gentleman, Stiver, an' I can't allow you to go an' tell lies." "I'd like to know who is if you ain't," returned the boy indignantly.

Two of the Scottish officers alone, Captain Innes and Lieutenant Lumsden, succeeded in breaking their way down a side lane, and thence, rushing to the wall, leapt down into the moat, and swimming across, succeeded in making their escape, and in carrying the news of the massacre to the camp of Gustavus, where the tale filled all with indignation and fury.

The Derbyshire detachment moved up into support, and the position was captured after a sharp struggle. "A small turning party, under Captain Lumsden, had been detached to the left but, after proceeding a short distance, they found that the road had been cleared to where it passed round a precipice; and that it was defended by a party of the enemy, behind a stone breastwork, at ten yards' range.

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