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At the enemy in front; fixed sights; fire," and of a withering hail of bullets. Colonel Ross-Ellison had arrived in the nick of time. On the hill-top, at dawn, Colonel Ross-Ellison and Captain Malet-Marsac found all that was left of the picket and sentry-group, of the latter, three mangled corpses, the headless deserter, and a just-living man, horribly slashed.

Truth is stranger than fiction, and many of the coincidences of real life are truly stranger than the most daring imaginings of the fictionist. Now, I, Major Michael Malet-Marsac, happened at the moment to be thinking of my dear and deeply lamented friend John Ross-Ellison, and to be pondering, for the thousandth time, his extraordinary life and more extraordinary death.

Then came General Miltiades Murger and Mr. John Robin Ross-Ellison to be saved. During intervals in the salvation process, Mr. John Robin Ross-Ellison vainly endeavoured to induce Mr.

Ross-Ellison appeared perfectly cheerful, absolutely natural, and without the slightest outward and visible sign of any form of perturbation. "'Morning, Ranald," he continued. "Sorry to be the cause of turning you out in the cold. Gad! isn't it parky. Hope you aren't going to keep me standing.

There'll be a lot of death about to-night, if all goes well." Half an hour later Captain Bruce called his company of fifty picked men to "attention" as Colonel Ross-Ellison approached, the gate was opened and an advance-guard of four men, with four flankers, marched out and down the road leading to the open country.

I don't for one second dream of accusing Judges of favouritism or impropriety any kind, but I'm convinced that the glory of a brass-bound owner casts a halo about his horse that dazzles and blinds the average rough-rider, stud-groom and cavalry-sergeant, and don't improve the eyesight of some of their betters, when judging." "You're right, Nutty," agreed Mr. Ross-Ellison.

These, the gallant Native Officer proceeded to tie upon his arms putting them upside down, as is the custom of the native of India when dealing with anything in any wise reversible. Mr. Ross-Ellison approached the table, showed his name on the programme and asked for his number 66. "Tie these on," said he returning to his friend.

"Get a rifle," cried one, lying bleeding on the ground, striving to rise while he held his right shoulder to his neck with his partly severed left hand. As he fainted the shoulder gaped horribly. "Get a cannon," mocked Ross-Ellison.

"Didn't you hear me say my story was true?" replied Colonel Jackson brusquely. "It was absolutely and perfectly true." "Same here," added Mr. Ross-Ellison. "Then on two separate occasions you two have seen what you can only believe to be the ghosts of dead people?" "On one occasion I have, without any possibility of error or doubt, seen the ghost of a dead person," said Colonel Jackson.

The very slack Adjutant was at home on leave; the Sergeant-Major was absolutely new to the Corps; the Sergeant-Instructor was alcoholic and ill; and there was not a company officer, except the admirable Captain John Robin Ross-Ellison, competent to drill a company as a separate unit, much less to command one in a battalion.

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