"You look like one of the Afridis, but your tongue is English." "I am Lieutenant Bullen," he said; and a burst of cheering rose from the men, who belonged to his own regiment.
"Why, we all thought you were killed, in that fight in the torrent!" "No; I was hit, and my leg so disabled that I was washed down by the torrent; and the men were, I suppose, too much occupied in keeping the Afridis at bay to notice me.

On getting to the other side of the pass I crawled ashore, and was made prisoner.

No doubt the Afridis thought that, as I was an officer, they would hold me as a hostage, and so make better terms.
"I was put into the upper story of one of their houses but, after ten days, my wounds healed sufficiently to allow me to walk; and I have got here without any serious adventure." "Well, I must congratulate you heartily.

I will send two of the men into camp with you, for otherwise you would have a good chance of being shot down." On arriving at the spot where the officers of the regiment were sitting round a campfire, his escort left him.

As he came into the light of the fire, several of the officers jumped up, with their hands on their revolvers.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Lisle exclaimed, with a laugh.