d myself directly after face to face with Haynes
and Doctor Danby; but as I went up, the former turned his back and
walked away, while the doctor blew out his cheeks and looked very fierce
at me.

"Doctor," I said, holding out my hand, but he did not take it.

I laughed bitterly, thinking that they would all apologise to me some
day.

"Brace thinks I have not been wounded," I said, signing to him to
accompany me into another room.

His whole manner changed in the instant, and he was looking at me with
interest.

"Eh? wounded?" he cried. "Let's see. Ah, head. Humph! Only a bad
crack. Healing all right. Put on your iron pot again, and don't let it
fret the place."

"Oh yes; that's all right," I said; "but my arm: shall I ever get the
full use of it again?"

"Arm? Let's see."

I removed the loose tunic, and he turned up the delicate silk shirt I
wore, to become wrapt at once in the interest of his profession, as he
examined the wound carefully.

"Brace says you have not been hurt, does he?" cried the doctor. "Tell
him to mind his guns, and not talk about what he does not understand.
Why, it's a beautiful wound, my dear boy--a splendid cut. A little more
draw in the cut, and the budmash who did it would have lopped it clean
off. Here, who was your surgeon?"

I told him.

"Then he is a precious clever fellow, Vincent, and I should like to know
him. By George, sir, he has saved your limb. Get back it's use? Oh
yes, with care. Why, my dear fellow, I should have been proud of saving
an arm like that. Here, let me help you on with your dandy jacket. So
you would be Ny Deen's artillery general, eh?"

I only gave him a look.

"Not right, boy; but I suppose you could not help yourself. There, I
must go."

We went back into the other room, where Brace, and nearly all the
officers, had left.

"Father," I said, "Captain Brace will not have me back. Can I come with
you as a sort of aide-de-camp?"

"Of course. Yes, my boy; but try and keep out of danger."

The next minute we were following the column out over the bridge, the
head wing already raising a long cloud of dust, the horse artillery
rattling away in front, and the lancers off scouting in front, and
sending out flankers, to take care that no approach was made on either
side of the flying column.

By my father's orders, a magnificent horse had been brought from the
rajah's stables, and, mounted upon this, though I felt very sore about