Hawke growled: "Damned young jackanapes, I'll fool you, too; but what does old Johnstone want ?" He was reading a telegram just received: "Come to meet me at Allahabad.

Have brought the drafts.

Want you for a few days down here." At ten o'clock next morning, Simpson, his voice all broken, his old eyes filled with tears, dashed into Captain Hardwicke's office.

"Dead ?" cried the young soldier, springing up in a sudden horror.

"No.