The men gave a hearty Hurrah! as they saw him, and the lieutenant caught him by the hand.
“Glad to see you, doctor; we thought you killed.”
“Yes; and I did you,” cried the doctor. “How are you all?”
“They’ll tell you behind,” said the lieutenant. “Forward, my lads.”
The guard moved on, and the doctor came upon the little force, firing going on again in the rear.
He met Major Sandars directly, and their greeting was warm in the extreme.
“The scoundrels tried to poison us,” said the major.
“Yes, yes, I know,” cried the doctor; “but is any one hurt?”
“A few scratches there in the dhoolies,” said the major.
“No one killed?”