In the sun-baked grass in front of the rock were found ten used cartridge cases and a stirrup-iron, but a prolonged search faded to reveal any traces of the missing Rhodesian's departure from the spot where he had apparently been brought to bay.
The spoor of the right-hand column of the retiring Huns hardly bore out the Rhodesian's statement, but evidently the scout knew his business. "Is MacGregor accompanying us?" he asked, as the three subalterns prepared to rejoin their respective platoons. "Fancy not," replied Danvers. "He's pretty well done up, I imagine.
In vain the young officer strained his ears to catch the faint noise of the Rhodesian's footsteps or the crackle of a dry twig under the pressure of his boot, but not a sound did the scout give of his progress. "Hanged if I'd like to take on his job," soliloquised Dudley, as he slowly felt his way to the next pair of sentries.