"I am glad!" I did not wait to hear any more, and did not try to force my way through the dense pack of our men, but worked hard to get back to the spot where I had been lying down; and upon reaching it, with the satisfactory feeling that there was to be no more fighting that night, I dropped into my old place, after shifting hilt and belt so as not to lie upon them again.

Then, in spite of hunger and pain, a comfortable and exhilarating sensation stole over me, which I did not know to be the approach of sleep till I was roused by the reveille, and sprang up in a sitting posture, when the first man my eyes fell on was Denham, who was peering about among the troopers as if for something he had lost.
"Oh, there you are!" he cried as he caught sight of me; and the next minute we were standing together, hand grasping hand.
"Denham, old fellow," I said huskily, "I thought you were either a prisoner or dead." "Not a bit of it," he replied; "but it wasn't the Boers' fault.

Just look at my head." "I was looking," I said, for a closely-folded handkerchief was tied diagonally across his forehead.

"Is the cut deep ?" "Deep?
No," he replied.

"Deep as the beast could make it--that is, to the bone.