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26o <strong>The</strong> <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly<br />

horses, they had soon retired two or three miles towards the<br />

enemy. <strong>The</strong> ground for several miles was comparatively<br />

flat, though much broken with mounds and hollows, but no<br />

Arab was to be seen within a radius <strong>of</strong> seven or eight miles.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Arabs had numbers <strong>of</strong> camels and horses, and these<br />

could be distinctly seen moving about against the horizon.<br />

Arthur and Edward halted for a minute or two upon the<br />

summit <strong>of</strong> a sandhill and gazed around them. Suddenly to<br />

their left front, and about five hundred yards away, they<br />

beheld four mounted Arabs emerging from a hollow, but<br />

who stood still the moment they observed the <strong>of</strong>ficers. <strong>The</strong><br />

latter were conversing freely about the probability <strong>of</strong> others<br />

<strong>of</strong> the enemy being in the vicinity, and Arthur was in the<br />

act <strong>of</strong> turning to address some remarks to his companion,<br />

when that <strong>of</strong>ficer, without uttering a word, suddenly drew<br />

his revolver and fired point blank at Arthur. Tlie bullet<br />

took effect behind the left temple, and Arthur fell<br />

to the ground without a struggle or groan ; his<br />

horse galloping <strong>of</strong>f towards camp. Dillon leant over<br />

in his saddle, and glanced for a moment at the<br />

fallen man, whose face was deadly pale, save where<br />

the crimson blood flowing from the wound stained it,<br />

forming a ghastly contrast to the pallor which overspread<br />

the rest <strong>of</strong> his countenance. After gazing upon him for a<br />

few seconds, Dillon turned away and cantered leisurely<br />

towards the camp, muttering between his clenched teeth,<br />

in hoarse whispers—" Ha, my hopes' horizon is clear and<br />

cloudless now, and I shall win the prize." On reaching the<br />

camp, he went at once to the General in command, to<br />

whom he reported that while he and BothwcU were recon-<br />

noitering in the direction <strong>of</strong> the enemy, thcs- were suddenly<br />

attacked by a party <strong>of</strong> mounted Arabs, and that his com-<br />

panion was slain. <strong>The</strong> General at once ordered out a<br />

strong detachment to check the encm)-'s advance, and to<br />

recover, if possible, the body <strong>of</strong> the fallen <strong>of</strong>ficer.<br />

Dillon led them about half a mile to the right <strong>of</strong> the<br />

spo-t where he had shot his comrade, with the result that no<br />

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