The grim African sun leapt up above the distant line of forest and shone upon one of the finest sights to be seen on earth--a soldier wounded, driven, desperate, and not afraid.
In the midst of it a hand was laid on Joseph's shoulder.
"There," cried a voice, "THAT corner.

See to it." Without looking round, Joseph obeyed, and the breached corner was saved.
He only knew that his master, who was almost dead, had come to life again.

There was no time for anything else.
For half an hour it was a question of any moment.

Master and man were for the time being nothing better than madmen, and the fighting frenzy is wildly infectious.
At last there was a pause.

The enemy fell back, and in the momentary silence the sound of distant firing reached the ears of the little band of defenders.
"What's that ?" asked Meredith sharply.