d out of the western sky； his excited brain denied to his tired muscles the sleep which they demanded。 Accordingly； it was a relief when his orders came； and he found himself advancing cautiously out into the shadowy veldt。
Contrary to his usual mood when on picket； Weldon had no sense of loneliness； that night。 Reaching away from him on either hand was the huge enclosing wall of humanity； pacing to and fro on picket duty； guarding the blockhouses； patrolling the wire fences between。 Every man was alert to his duty； every nerve was taut with the consciousness that somewhere within the cordon was the leader who heretofore had escaped them； that each man was a link forged in the endless chain which was stretched around the invisible enemy。 And； meanwhile； the starless sky and the waiting chain were equally silent and equally freighted with mystery。 And the future seemed full of portent and very near。
Then； as the midnight hour swung past him； Weldon heard the rustle of a quiet footfall。 It was Captain Frazer's voice that answered his challenge。
〃I was looking for you； Weldon；〃 he added。
〃For anything especial？〃
〃No。 I felt restless and couldn't sleep； so I thought I would go the round of the pickets。 They said you were out here。 Where is Carew？〃
〃In my sleeping…bag。 I don't encourage him for a neighbor just now。 He draws too much fire。〃
The Captain laughed softly。
〃He is an unlucky beggar。 Eight； nine； how many times is it that he has been hit？ He ought to engage a private nurse。〃
〃He has。〃 And Weldon explained the little scene at the door of the hospital tent。
〃Happy fellow！ He deserves her； though。 But it is an ideal combination； that of nurse and soldier；〃 the Captain answered lightly。 Then he asked； 〃What sort of a day have you had？〃
〃Rousing。 Now the question is： what sort of a night are we going to have？〃
〃The night of our lives； I suspect；〃 the Captain replied； still in the low tone in which all their talk had been made。 〃The orders are to close in at daylight； and work the game up towards Wolvehoek； but； if I know anything at all of De Wet； he won't wait till daylight。〃
〃You think he will fight？〃
〃If he does； it will be a fight to the finish；〃 the Captain said gravely。
Weldon's grip tightened on his rifle。
〃When will it come？〃
〃Heaven only knows。 Probably just before light。 He will take this end of things； on account of avoiding the railroads and〃
Weldon's hand shut on his arm。
〃Hush！ What's that？〃
Swiftly the Captain's gravity vanished； and he laughed。
〃By George； here they are！〃 he exclaimed。
From the veldt to the northward； there came a confused din of rushing； trampling feet； a cloud of dust； lifted on the night breeze； swept down upon them； and then a herd of stampeding cattle dashed madly past； noses to earth and tails lashing in furious fear。 An instant later； the darkness to the left was shattered by dots of light； and the air snapped with the double crack of Mauser rifles。 Far to the northward； though muffled by distance； there was more firing； and yet more； and ever the moving searchlights carved their way to and fro through the inky night。
Like a dog on the scent and ready for the plunge； Captain Frazer had straightened to the full of his height and stood tense； waiting an instant to measure the scope of the coming fight。
〃It's a row； sure enough； and thank God； I'm in it！〃 he said quietly then。 〃Come back to the line； Weldon。 There'll be work for us all； in a few minutes。〃
Even as he spoke； and while they were hurrying back to the squadron； a random shot pierced the darkness just before them； and a bullet whirred close above their heads。 Another shot tossed up a spray of dust at their feet； and a third fell full in the tent where Carew was swiftly tightening his belts and assuring himself that his bandoliers were full。
They found the camp already humming like a hive of angry bees。 A small matter of forty miles a day counted for nothing to men wakened from heavy sleep to face the firing of an invisible foe。 There was no need of the murmured report that De Wet had bidden his followers break through the British chain wherever its links were weakest。 Instinctively each man threw himself into fighting array； convinced that the present minute marked the climax of the past days。
And； meanwhile； the limitless darkness shut down over the determined cordon of British men facing steadily inward towards the foe which they could not see； over the scattered knots of Boer horsemen； secure in their full knowledge of every yard of the ground； riding forward to fight their way through the chain into the veldt beyond。 And； far to the northward； De Wet was lurking in shadow long enough to cut the wires and then ride away with his trio of faithful followers。
To Weldon； fresh from the darkness and silence of the open veldt； it seemed as if； of a sudden； the frosty night were tattered into shreds。 As the fight waxed hot about him； he lost all memory of the intermediate stages。 At one instant； all had been still and dim； at another； the air before him was thick with vivid rifle flashes； his ears were full of the strident din of flying bullets； of shouting men； of squealing； moaning horses。 For a time； he could see nothing of the enemy but the flashing dots of fire。 Then the dots drew nearer； closed up； and the din was increased by the rattle of fixing bayonets； by the dull； sucking sound of steel prodded into soft masses； and by the thud of falling bodies。 And always from the outer circle the pitiless rain of bullets came splashing down upon them； striking impartially on friend and on foe。
Side by side in the foremost rank； Weldon and Carew were fighting like tigers。 Carew's cheek was gashed by a passing bullet； and Weldon's coat showed dark and wet over his left shoulder； but neither man was conscious of pain； or of fear； or of anything else than a surly determination to check the maddening rush before them。 Carew was slashing about him with all the strength of arm and bayonet； but Weldon； disdaining his bayonet； was firing with a steady aim which sent one man and then another to join the heap on the ground at his feet。
A second bullet grazed his wrist； and a horseman swept down upon him。 For an instant； he wavered。 Then he straightened his shoulders and took careful aim。 From ten feet away； he had heard a ringing order； and the order had been given； not in the voice of his own captain； but in that of Captain Frazer who； as ranking officer； had taken command of the fight into which chance had led him。 Weldon's every nerve answered to the tonic of that voice。 Not since Vlaakfontein had he been under its command。 Nevertheless； the old spell was upon him； and he responded to its call。 An instant before； the rush towards him had seemed indomitable。 Those furious； fighting horsemen could not be stayed in their course。 Now he braced himself for the shock of their coming； while tired hand and blurring eye roused themselves to do the bidding of his brain。 He was dimly aware that Paddy had struggled forward to his other side and； shoulder to shoulder with him； was helping to beat back the iron…like force pressing down upon them。 Then； with the keen grasp of trifling detail which often marks the supreme moment of mental exhaustion； he became conscious that the hairy tail which brushed across his face was unduly coarse and tangled； while a sudden cheer from around him told that the Boers were turning in flight。
Dazed； he drew his hand across his face； and stared wonderingly at the scarlet drops on his fingers。 Then he turned and looked down at Paddy with a whimsical； questioning smile。 Paddy repeated his query。
〃Are you hurt； little one？〃 he demanded； for the second time； as he shook Weldon's arm。
Weldon steadied at the touch。
〃No； only scratched a bit。 It is nothing to last at all。 Are you all right？〃
Paddy shut his hand over a shattered finger。
〃Glory be！ And the snakes of Boers is wriggling off to their holes。 And now； where's the Captain？〃
They found him a little apart from the line； slightly to the front and close beside a scattered heap of bearded men。 His face was white and the lines of his face were rigid and drawn； but he hailed them just as he always had been used to do。
〃My luck has changed；〃 he added quietly。 〃They have taken my leg； this time。 Still； it's not so very painful。 I'll fill my pipe first； and then will you two fellows help me back； till we can find an ambulance？〃
CHAPTER NINETEEN
In a quiet corner of the crowded hospital at Johannesburg； one narrow bed was screened away from its neighbors。 Beside the bed sat Ethel Dent； and Weldon leaned against the wall beyond。 Both of them were smiling bravely down into the dark…fringed blue eyes which met their eyes with a steady wishfulness。 With the end so plain in sight； why keep up the pretence of being blind to its approach？
An operation had been the final chance； and the chance had failed。 Out from the stupor of ether； out from the hours of bewildering pain； Captain Frazer had come back to an interval of full consciousness； of fuller knowledge that； for him； this painless interval was but the prelude to the final painless sleep。 Nevertheless； the man who had