"That was very good of you. Did you see any more Medical Corps up
there? We've lost some others, and an officer and sergeant."

"No, I didn't spot any--did you, Bill?" The tall man turned to his pal
leaning on his rifle.

"No," answered the short sharp-shooter; "he's the only one. It was a
good afternoon's sport--very good. We saw 'e'd got no rifle, and was
in a tight clove-'itch, so we took the job on right there an' finished
four of 'em; but it took some creepin' and crawlin'."

"Well, we'll be quittin' this now," said the tall one. "There's only
one thing we'd ask of you, sir: don't let our people know anything
about this."

"But why?" asked the adjutant, astonished. "You've saved his life, and
it ought to be known."

"Ya-as, that may be, sir; but we're not supposed to be up here sharp-
shootin'-- we jist done it fer a bit of sport. Rightly we don't carry
a rifle; we belong to the bridge-buildin' section. We've only borrowed
these rifles from the Cycle Corps, an' we shall be charged with bein'
out o' bounds without leave, an' all that sort o' thing if it gits
known down at our headquarters."

"Very well, I'll tell no one; all the same it was good work, and we
thank you for getting him back to us," the adjutant smiled.

The two Australians gave him a friendly nod, and said, "So long, you
chaps!" to us and lurched off down the defile.