“A week later, on August 17th, we met the rear column of the expedition at a place called Bunalya, or, as the Arabs have corrupted it, Unarya. There was a white man at the gate of the stockade whom I at first thought was Mr. Jamieson, but a nearer view revealed the features of Mr. Bonny, who left the medical service of the army to accompany us.
“‘Well, my dear Bonny, where is the Major?’
“‘He is dead, sir; shot by the Manyuema about a month ago.’
“‘Good God! And Mr. Jamieson?’
“‘He has gone to Stanley Falls to try and get some more men from Tippu-Tib.’
“‘And Mr. Troup?’
“‘Mr. Troup has gone home, sir, invalided.’
“‘Hem! well, where is Ward?’
“‘Mr. Ward is at Bangala, sir.’
“‘Heavens alive! then you are the only one here?’