eir objective, retired before the
returning battalion could bring them to action.

"Hullo, Wilmshurst!" exclaimed Laxdale, as the three subalterns of "A"
company met just before a belated breakfast. "What happened to you?"

"A wash-out," replied Dudley. "Held on till five this morning, and
never a chance of a shot; or rather, when it came we were dished."

"Heard the news?" asked Danvers. "No? We had it this morning. The
Huns have rushed a Portuguese position on the Rovuma. The Portuguese
skedaddled, leaving the whole battery of quick-firers intact. I
suppose it'll mean our chasing Fritz southward right through Portuguese
East. With luck we'll corner them on the Zambesi."

"Guess you're wrong, Danvers," interrupted Laxdale. "I know how the
business is going to end; street fighting in Cape Town. Fritz won't
stand, so it's an everlasting chase until he's got the sea at his back."

"Any one seen MacGregor this morning?" enquired Wilmshurst.

"MacGregor? Didn't you find him?" asked Vipont, who had joined the
group of tired-eyed subalterns. "After the column left camp--about an
hour and a half, I should say--he asked Sutton to let him try and
overtake the battalion. Said he didn't want to swing the lead with a
mere scratch on his shin-bone. So he mounted and rode off. That's the
last I saw of him."

"How long before the Huns attacked?" asked Danvers.

"Three hours," replied Vipont. "You don't suggest that a skilled scout
blundered right on top of them?"

"Not at all," his questioner hastened to assert. "For one thing after
he followed us he would be on a diverging route to that taken by Fritz
& Co. What do you say, Wilmshurst?"

Dudley shook his head. He had no particular cause either to like or
dislike the man, but he hesitated to give definite utterance to his
suspicions. It was decidedly un-British to condemn a man before being
sure of actual facts and to sow the seeds of distrust against an
individual who was not present to defend himself. But somehow the
chain of events--the horse's footprints on the kloof road, the warning
shot when the hitherto unsuspecting Huns were approaching the ambush,
the mark V. cartridge case--all pointed to treachery on the part of
some one, while MacGregor's disappearance coincided with the other
points that had occurred to the subaltern.

"He may be bushed," he replied. "It's just likely that he'll turn up
again soon. Has his absence been reported? I'll m