One of the strangers rode up to the patrol.

'What the dickens does K.L.

H.mean on your shoulder-strap ?' he asked.

'It means Kimberley Light Horse.

Who are you ?' 'I am one of the New Zealanders.' Macaulay in his wildest dream of the future of the much-quoted New Zealander never pictured him as heading a rescue force for the relief of a British town in the heart of Africa.
The population had assembled to watch the mighty cloud of dust which rolled along the south-eastern horizon.