Following the troops closely, the Afridis fired on them from behind
every bush and rock that offered cover, and, after many of the English
soldiers had been killed or wounded, the tribesmen became so bold that
they rushed from their cover and engaged in a hand-to-hand encounter
with the soldiers.

General Westmacott, who commanded the party, at once realized that he
had serious work before him, and hastily arranging his forces so that he
could care for the wounded and move his men as quickly as possible, the
commander hastened the retreat.

It was, however, difficult to do; and in the hurry of the retreat one
little party, which had charge of a convoy of wounded comrades, became
separated from the rest of their comrades and were surrounded by the
angry tribesmen.

The retreating army reached the camp safely about dark, and then it was
discovered that a lieutenant named McIntyre and twelve soldiers were
missing.

It was at first hoped that they had simply dropped behind and would
reach camp any moment. When, however, hours passed and they did not
return, the worst fears were entertained.

At last a soldier arrived, bringing with him the dreadful news, and
telling the story of the gallant deed of the lieutenant and his brave
companions.

It seems that the rough ground over which they had to travel made the
progress of this little party very slow, and the care of the wounded