It was a level ride to the mouth of the gorge.

They had scarcely entered it when, from behind a rock a hundred yards away, a heavy volley was fired.
The colonel's horse was shot dead and he, himself, was shot through the leg.

Lisle was unwounded, and leapt from his horse.
"Ride for your life, Bullen!" the colonel said.

"I am shot through the leg." Illustration: 'My horse must carry two, sir,' Lisle replied.
"My horse must carry two, sir," Lisle replied, lifting the officer, who was not wholly disabled, and placing him in the saddle.
"Jump up!" the officer said.
But the tribesmen were now within twenty yards, and Lisle drew his sword and gave the animal a sharp prick.

It was already frightened with the shouting of the tribesmen, and went off like an arrow.
Lisle, seeing that resistance was absolutely useless, threw down his sword; and stood with his arms folded, facing the natives.