The camp was left to the conquerors, with two standards, all their ammunition, tents, stores, and the spoils of former victories, and before noon the English, without fear of molestation, were slaking their thirst at the wells.
Chapter Seventeen.
A Search.
“May I go back to look for Strachan, sir, if you please?”
“Yes, Green,” replied the colonel, “but take a file of men with you. I think there are none of these fellows left about, but some of the wounded may prove dangerous. Where did you last see him?”
“In the mêlée, sir, when the square was forced to retire. He was all right then.”
“And did no one see him after that?”
“No one that I can hear of, sir.”