For a time the firing ceased entirely but, soon after nightfall, a scattered fire opened round the camp.

Lisle now made his way down fearlessly, until within four hundred yards of the camp.

He was able to make out the white dresses of the Afridis, lying crouched behind rocks.

No one paid any attention to him and, as soon as he had passed them, he dropped on his hands and knees and began crawling forward; keeping himself carefully behind cover for, at any moment, the pickets might open fire.

When he approached the British lines, he stopped behind a rock and shouted: "Don't fire! I am a friend." "Come on, friend, and let us have a look at you," the officer in charge of the picket answered.
Rising, he ran forward.
"Who on earth are you ?" the officer asked when he came up.