"Is the enemy in sight?"
"No," replied the Mountain, again, with a sharp click.
"Are you all well?" flashed from below.
"Yes," from above.
Then the "Good-bye," and the glimmer of the bayonets began again.
Two hours later Major Agar drew his absurd little force in line, and thus they received the relieving column, grimly conscious of dangers past but not forgotten.
At the head of the new-comers rode a little man with a prominent chin and a long drooping nose; such a remarkable-looking little man that the veriest tyro at physiognomy would have turned to look at him again. His black eyes, beaming with intelligence, moved so quickly beneath the steady lashes that it was next to an impossibility to state what he saw and what he failed to see.
He returned Agar's salute hurriedly, with a p
