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but I think I can manage to get to camp if I don't dis- 

 mount." 



I handed up the water-bottle, and the poor fellow took 

 a long drink. 



In another couple of hours we were in camp again. 



G insisted on reporting himself to the adjutant, 



and having delivered his information was lifted from 

 the saddle by many friendly hands, and conveyed to 

 the hospital tent. A couple of days later on three 

 volleys were fired over the poor fellow's grave. 



I was recompensed by the Government for the loss 

 of my horse. 



That very night the commandant ordered a full 

 patrol. He knew that the cattle would all be removed 

 from that valley to some other spot. He made a 

 shrewd guess at their whereabouts, and succeeded in 

 raiding 600 head on the following morning, and shooting 

 more than thirty of the enemy in revenge for the death 



of poor G , at the same time only having two of our 



men slightly wounded. 



I was in hospital for a fortnight, and rapidly recovered 

 from my wound. Since then I have followed the com- 

 mandant on many a dangerous path, but never till my 

 last day shall I forget that ride for dear life. 



