Men shook each other by the hand, while they waved their helmets over their heads.

The Soudanese leapt and danced like delighted children.

Presently an officer left a group of others, who had been congratulating each other on their glorious victory, and came up to Gregory.
"May I ask who you are, sir ?" he said, courteously but coldly.
"Certainly, sir.

My name is Hilliard.

I have been a captive in the hands of the Dervishes; who, when you attacked, tied me to the stump of a tree as a target for your bullets; and I should certainly have been killed, had not a faithful servant of mine, a black, taken the opportunity, when the Dervishes rushed into the trenches and opened fire upon you, to cut my ropes.
"I have no doubt, sir," he went on, as he saw the officer look somewhat doubtful, "that General Hunter is here.