what he's afraid of. He won't be caught in a
trap if he can help it, the old 'un. He's about as fly as they make 'em,
you bet!"

Then suddenly standing on his tip-toes and waving his hand through the
bars of the gate, he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Come on, my gallant commandant! Come on! The coast's clear, and no
enemy in sight."

This familiar address had the effect of reassuring the general, for he
came right for us, though I could tell by his heightened colour that his
temper was at boiling point.

"What, you here, Mr. West?" he said, as his eye fell upon me. "What is
it you want, and why have you brought this fellow with you?"

"I have not brought him with me, sir," I answered, feeling rather
disgusted at being made responsible for the presence of the
disreputable-looking vagabond beside me. "I found him on the road here,
and he desired to be directed to you, so I showed him the way. I know
nothing of him myself."

"What do you want with me, then?" the general asked sternly, turning to
my companion.

"If you please, sir," said the ex-corporal, speaking in a whining voice,
and touching his moleskin cap with a humility which contrasted strangely
with the previous rough independence of his bearing, "I'm an old gunner
in the Queen's service, sir, and knowing your name by hearing it in
India I thought that maybe you would take me as your groom or gardener,
or give me any other place as happened to be vacant."

"I am sorry that I cannot do anything for you, my man," the old soldier
answered impressively.

"Then you'll give me a little just to help me on my way, sir," said he
cringing mendicant. "You won't see an old comrade go to the bad for the
sake of a few rupees? I was with Sale's brigade in the Passes, sir, and
I was at the second taking of Cabul."

General Heatherstone looked keenly at the supplicant, but was silent
to his appeal.

"I was in Ghuznee with you when the walls were all shook down by an
earthquake, and when we found forty thousand Afghans within gunshot of
us. You ask me about it, and you'll see whether I'm lying or not. We
went through all this when we were young, and now that we are old you
are to live in a fine bungalow, and I am to starve by the roadside. It
don't seem to me to be fair."

"You are an impertinent scoundrel," said the general. "If you had been a
good soldier you would never need to ask for help. I shall not give you
a farthing."

"One word more, sir," cried