For two hours I rode, firing my revolver from time to time; then as no answer came, gave it up as a bad job, and stopped.

But Pharaoh there wouldn't stop.

He began to whine and sniff and run forward, and at last bolted into the darkness, out of which presently I heard him barking some hundreds of yards away, to call me, I suppose.

So I followed and found you three gentlemen, dead, as I thought at first.

That's all the story, Captain." "One with a good end, anyway, Sergeant.