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‘I wish I had,’ said Hazel, as she pasted another Christmas card into her album. ‘And weren’t you wounded at all?’

‘A mere scratch,’ he said lightly (which is what book-heroes always say).

‘It looks as if you had been amongst the gooseberry-bushes,’ said Hilary, examining his arm as he pulled up his sleeve.

‘Does it? Well, I only know it’s lucky for me there were no poisoned arrows.’

‘Oughtn’t you to have it burnt, though, Clarence, just in case?’ suggested Cecily, in all good faith; ‘there’s sure to be a red-hot poker in the kitchen.’

But Clarence was very decidedly of opinion that such a precaution was not necessary.

‘And you’re quite sure the Indians are all gone?’ she asked.

‘There isn’t one of ’em within miles,’ he said confidently, ‘I’ll answer for that.’

‘Then come upstairs with me, and we’ll let the army out. They’ll be in such a temper!’

They found the two boys, who had tired of kicking and shouting by that time, sitting gloomily on the long seats in the dark.

‘Guy, dear–Jack,’ said Cecily, timidly, ‘you can come out now. Clarence has beaten the Indians.’

‘Without us?’ groaned Guy. ‘Cecily, I’ll never speak to you again! Tinling, I–we–you don’t think we funked, do you? She locked us up here!’

All the General’s native magnanimity came out now.

‘We won’t say any more about it,’ he said. ‘It was rather a close shave, with only one man to do it all. But, there, I managed somehow, and perhaps it was just as well you weren’t there. The first rush was no joke, I can tell you.’

Jack punched his own head with both hands.

‘Oh, it’s too bad!’ he said–he was almost in tears. ‘They’ll all think we deserted you! Did you kill many of them, Tinling?’

‘I didn’t see any corpses,’ he replied; ‘but I shouldn’t be surprised if some of them died when they got home.’

‘They may come again to-morrow night,’ said Jack, more cheerfully.

‘Not much fear of that–they’ve had their lesson. They were seized with utter panic.’

‘Which way did they go?’ asked Guy, evidently bent on pursuing them.

‘Oh, in all directions. But you wouldn’t catch them up now; they ran too fast for me even!’

‘Then I shall go to bed,’ said the entire army, in great depression. ‘It is a shame we couldn’t be there. Good-night, General.’ And, pointedly ignoring poor Cecily, they marched off to their quarters. She looked wistfully after them.

‘They’ll never forgive me–I know they won’t!’ she said to Tinling.

‘Don’t you mind,’ he said, ‘you acted very wisely. And, after all, these raw young troops can never be depended on under fire, you know–I mean, under arrows.’

Cecily drew herself up a little haughtily.

‘I locked them in because I didn’t want them to get hurt,’ she said, ‘not because I thought they’d be afraid.’

Uncle Lambert did not hear about the result of the engagement until the following day, but then, to make up for any delay, he heard a good deal about it. Even Clarence was not quite prepared for the enthusiasm he showed.

‘Splendid, my boy, splendid!’ he kept repeating, while he hit him rather hard on the back; ‘you’re a hero. A grateful country ought to give you the Bath for it. I shall take care this affair is generally known.’

And the poor army looked on with hot cheeks and envious eyes. But for Cecily, they might have been heroes, too!

Even Hazel seemed to have understood that a really brilliant victory had been achieved; she brought Tinling a magnificent flag of pink glazed calico, on which she had painted in crimson letters: ‘Indians’ Terror.’

‘I did not think of making the motto “Seven at one blow,”‘ she said, with a mischievous dimple.

‘I like the other best,’ said the General, unsuspectingly.

Jack and Guy went down to the camp as usual, but for some time they were in very low spirits, in spite of their commander’s well-meant efforts to raise them.

‘You’ll do better next time,’ he said kindly.