The Arabs fired at them for some time." "Did they ?" cried Belmont exultantly, his responsive Irish nature catching the sunshine in an instant.

"Then, be Jove, we'll do them yet, for the garrison must have heard the firing.

What d'ye think, Cochrane?
They must be full cry upon our scent this four hours.

Any minute we might see the white puggaree of a British officer coming over that rise." But disappointment had left the Colonel cold and sceptical.
"They need not come at all unless they come strong," said he.
"These fellows are picked men with good leaders, and on their own ground they will take a lot of beating." Suddenly he paused and looked at the Arabs.

"By George!" said he, "that's a sight worth seeing!" The great red sun was down with half its disc slipped behind the violet bank upon the horizon.