ully. "You've many a year
to live. You'll pull through, old chap, never fear."

"No, I'm going home, Jack," was the whispered reply. "I can feel the
life running out of me. Hold me tight and stay by me, will you? It's
lonely work to die without a friend."

Jack's eyes filled with tears, for from the very first he had feared
that his poor friend was mortally hit and upon the point of death. He
propped him up still higher, and having moistened his lips again, put
his arms round him and held him firmly.

There was a long and painful pause, and then the young Highlander spoke
again, this time in a stronger voice:

"Jack," he said earnestly, "I'd have given more than I possess to live
to the end of this struggle; but we shall win. Mark the words of a
dying man--England shall come out victorious. The cause of freedom and
justice shall triumph above all others, and Victoria, God bless her!
shall rule this continent."

He was silent again for a few moments, and then continued in a voice
which was scarcely as loud as a whisper:

"Bend down, old chap," he said. "I'm off to the other land. Remember
me, Jack, when I've gone, and when you get back to dear old England
again, look the people up and tell them that Angus met the end like a
soldier and a man. They'll be sorry. Yes, Mother and Father and the
boys and girls will miss me. But they'll he proud, too, that I died
like this--Put your hand in mine, Jack. Ah, now I know you're there!
Good-bye! God bless everyone! My love to you, Dad and Mother! Good--"

There was a deep sigh, and the head of the gallant young officer fell
back upon Jack's shoulder, and the tears which were streaming down the
latter's cheeks fell upon the pale face of as brave a man as Britain had
ever known.

Jack laid him gently on the grass, and, rising sorrowfully to his feet,
looked for the last time upon this stalwart young Highlander. He
beckoned to some Highlanders who had looked on tearfully all the while,
and who now approached and carried their officer away. Then he joined
Mr Hunter, and all night long helped to gather the wounded.

When morning dawned again--the morning of the Sabbath--the awful havoc
wrought by our shell was for the first time seen. Down the slopes of
the hill, and away across the flats, Boer and Briton lay cold and
motionless, separately and in groups; sometimes huddled together as if
still engaged in a deadly tussle, and sometimes side by side in seemin