cavalry trotting along the road, two miles from the camp.
"It is the Guides," Ned said. "We know the officer, Dick. Keep on your disguise a minute longer; we shall have some fun."
Ned accordingly stood in the middle of the road and shouted his "Hoo-Hac!" at the top of his voice.
"Get out of the way, you old fool," the officer riding at its head said, as he drew up his horse on seeing the wild figure, covered with shaggy hair to the waist, twirling his formidable staff.
Ned stopped a moment: "Not a bit more of an old fool than you are yourself, Tomkins," he said.
The officer reined his horse back in his astonishment. He had spoken in English unconsciously, and being answered in the same language, and from such a figure as this, naturally petrified him.
"Who on earth are you?" he asked.
"Ned Warrener, and this is my brother Dick;" and Ned pulled off his wig.
"By Jove!" the officer said, leaping from his horse; "I am glad to see you. Where on earth have you come from? Some one who came up here from Allahabad had seen some fellow there who had come down from Cawnpore, and he reported that you had gone on into Lucknow in disguise, and that news had come you had got safely in."
"So we did," Ned said; "and as you see, we have got safely out again. We left there the night of the 20th."
"And what was the state of things then?" Lieutenant Tomkins asked. "How long could they hold out? We know that it will be another three weeks before Havelock can hope to get there."
"Another three weeks!" Ned said. "That is terri-
