Both ponies were restive, but not vicious, and after a plunge or two, to test their new masters, came easily under control.

Keith led the way, moving straight down the gully, which gradually deepened, burying them in its black heart, until it finally debouched onto the river sands.

The riotous noises of the drunken town died slowly away behind, the night silent and dark.

The two riders could scarcely distinguish one another as they drew rein at the edge of the water.

To the southward there gleamed a cluster of lights, marking the position of the camp of regulars.