"Here come the others, full gallop! Look, look, how they're opening out! Gallop full speed now! No, no.

Look, look! Why, Ingle, those are not rifles they're carrying--they're lances." "You're dreaming!" growled Ingleborough.

"Never mind what they're carrying; they're going to cut us off, and we've got to save that despatch!" "And we shall save it too!" cried West, his voice sounding full of exultation.

"Those are our Lancers--a regiment of them!" "You're right!" cried Ingleborough excitedly now, and he began to draw rein.

"Look at the Boer line.