well as could be--happy too as
a boy, but his memory was still a perfect blank about the past. He
could recall everything which had happened since he was nursed back to
health and strength, but nothing more; and poor Corporal Joe, who was
never likely to be able to join the ranks again, and only too grateful
at being allowed to act as the Colonel's servant, never mentioned to the
boy the day when he found him up at the burning house.

"Only set him thinking about them murdering camp-followers, missus, and
make him unhappy, and we don't want that, do us?"

"No, Joe, dear," she cried; "I should think we don't."

And so the time had nearly come for the remnant to march to the port and
embark for England, when a farewell party was given to the officers by a
Mr and Mrs Trevor, the principal merchant and his lady, and out of
compliment the Colonel and officers sent the band up to the mansion to
play in the garden during dinner, Dick being told that he might go with
the musicians to see the sight.

Everyone of note was there, and the sight was grand in the lit-up
grounds. There was feasting and speech-making and thanks given to the
brave men who had saved the country from the oppressor, and the Colonel
returned thanks.

It was just then that the band-master turned to Dick and said:--

"Go up to the Colonel and ask him if we shall play the dance music now."

The band was stationed by one of the open windows, and Dick, in his best
uniform, had only to step in and go round behind the Colonel's chair to
whisper to him.

"Ah, Dick, my boy," he said. "Dance music? Yes. Stop; I'll ask our
hostess. By the way, Mrs Trevor," he said, turning to the tall,
sad-looking lady at whose side he was sitting, "let me introduce to you
the greatest man in our corps, the brave little fellow who saved my
life."

Mrs Trevor turned smilingly round, when a sunburned gentleman on her
other side gave utterance to a gasp and sprang from his chair.

"My dear madam," cried the Colonel, "are you ill?"

For Mrs Trevor uttered a wild cry, as, to the astonishment of all, the
little fellow in scarlet and gold sprang to her side and threw his arms
about her neck.

"_Oh, mother_! Why, father," he cried, "do you live here?"

The boy's memory of the past had come back like a flash of light, and as
he caught at Mr Trevor's hand he suddenly turned pale, shivered, and
clapped his hands to the scar upon his head, for the horror of the scene
befor