could not sleep, and those keen eyes of his were ranging the desolate country every dreary minute of that ride.

And at last he noticed on the ground certain marks which he knew to be those of a buck that had scratched in the sand for water.

Overjoyed he got down from the saddle and continued the work of the buck, digging and digging with his lean sunburnt fingers till he came to damp earth, and then--to water.

At that moment he saw two pigeons get up from behind a rock some little way off, and leaving his oozing water in the sand he hastened there and discovered to his supreme joy the salvation of his party--a little pool of water.
On this expedition you will be interested to hear that a man who lent valuable assistance to Baden-Powell was your hero of the cricket-field--Major Poore.

In the days of the Matabele campaign he had not slogged Richardson out of the Oval, nor driven Hearne distracted to the ropes at Lord's; he was there as Captain Poore of the 7th Hussars, working like a nigger, brave as a Briton, and quite delighted to be soldiering under the peerless Baden-Powell.