Suddenly the sound of firing was heard about a mile off, not sharp and loud, but slow and desultory, like the pop, pop, pop of a rifle or revolver.

V---- was not in the least alarmed, but, the firing continuing for some time, he thought well at last to inquire into the matter.

What was his surprise, on emerging from his tent, to find himself alone, not a trace of his companions to be seen.

There were the picket-ropes, a smouldering fire, a kalyan, and the remains of a pilaff on the ground, but no men.

The firing had done it.