“Are you Strachan of the Blankshire?” asked Grant.
“Yes,” said Strachan.
“Were you not wounded at Tamai last spring?”
“Yes, I was; but I soon got all right.”
“Is not Edwards in your battalion?”
“Yes, he is; do you know him?”
“Very well; we were at Sandhurst together.”
And this discovery of a common friend made these two feel like comrades at once.
“Well, Strachan,” said Reece, coming up, “are you ready to pilot us to-night?”
“Perfectly ready, sir,” replied Strachan.