“Well, sergeant,” said Captain Lawton, “want to speak to me?”
“Yes, captain.”
“Well, what have you to report?”
“All has been done as you wished, sir.”
“How many prisoners?”
“Only two, sir—a big one and a little; and the little one’s a chief, sir. Gold bangles, and a gold band round his head and feathers in it.”
“What’s that?” cried Mark anxiously.
“Feathers, sir,” said the sergeant. “Quite a dwarf.”
“Oh!” cried Mark excitedly.
“T’other’s a big fellow, sir, about six foot four. Fine-looking chap; but they both had a very narrow escape. Four of our lads came upon them dancing a sort of war dance on the men who had been shot, and I think if our lads had not come up they would have begun spearing.”