"GALLANT ATTEMPTS TO RESCUE GUNS."
"OFFICERS SERVING THE ARTILLERY."
"FIFTEEN THOUSAND BOERS IN ACTION."
"BRITISH UNDER A GALLING CROSS-FIRE."
"BRITISH CASUALTIES."
"CONSPICUOUS GALLANTRY BY A NEW SOUTH WALES PRIVATE."
"LOSSES OF AUSTRALIAN TROOPS."'
The last two headings sent Cameron's eyes hurrying down the long column to seek details.
'Oh,' he said, 'poor lad, poor lad! Oh, I'm sorry for this—sorry for this!'
'Not old Morty,' said Bart—'not poor old Morty, dad?' Yet even as he spoke he knew it must be, for who else of all the contingent had they a personal interest in? He pushed his chair back and went to his father's shoulder. His eyes read the meagre paragraph, and burnt with swift tears for his friend.