Lend us your glass.' 'Our scouts should have told us of this.

We've been trapped,' said a subaltern.

'Aren't the camel guns ever going to begin?
Hurry up, you men!' There was no need of any order.

The men flung themselves panting against the sides of the square, for they had good reason to know that whoso was left outside when the fighting began would very probably die in an extremely unpleasant fashion.

The little hundred-and-fifty-pound camel-guns posted at one corner of the square opened the ball as the square moved forward by its right to get possession of a knoll of rising ground.