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"It's the to his servant

"I' a stand, and we're bound to help"

"You're bound not to be an ass," said St John "Who in the Lord's na off so rid of so hillmen Man, we're miles beyond the pale Who's to ain ca cal to listen for is the sound of their feet When that co We're all safe for heaven, so keep yourOnly the soft night airs, and at rare intervals an eagle's cry, or the bleat of a doe fro was a cruel strain In such e before him When his future life is narrowed down to an hour's compass, he sees with cruel distinctness the follies of his past A thousand things he had done or left undone looence, his unkindness--he went over the whole innocent tale of his sins To the happy man who lives in the open and meets the world with a square front this forced final hour of introspection has peculiar terrors Meanti peacefully in the tent by the still cheerful fire Thank God, he was spared this hideous waiting!

About two Andover turned up with fifteen men, hot and desperate He listened to St John's story in silence

"Thank God, I'm in time Who found out this? Haystoun? Goodout there They can't have been stopped? It's getting devilish late for them anyhow, and I believe there's a little hope It would be too risky to leave this pass, but I vote we send a scout"

A man was chosen and dispatched Two hours later he returned to the mystified watchers at Nazri He had been on the hill-shoulder and looked into the cleft There was no sign of h where he could not tell Far down the cleft there was a gleae," said Andover proentry, and they have done us the excellent service ofhim They hate us like hell, and they'd sell their souls any day for a dozen cartridges; so it can't have been done on purpose Seems to me there has been a slip in his plans somewhere"