The Arab rose, shook himself clear of the dying man, and, with astounding coolness, walked calmly towards a large rock, though Miles was reloading in haste, and Sutherland was taking steady aim at him. He looked at the soldiers and held up his hand with something like a smile of remonstrance, as Sutherland pulled the trigger. At the same moment Miles struck up the muzzle, and the ball whizzed over the Arab's head as he passed behind the rock and disappeared.
"What for did ye that?" demanded the Scot fiercely.
"Would you kill a man that was smiling at you?" retorted Miles.
The two men ran back to report to their company what they had seen. At the same moment, the company, being recalled, doubled back to its position in the square.
Here they found the defence work so far advanced that th
