never wavered in their allegiance.  Ali-Wad-Helu, whose leg had been shattered by a shell splinter, was senseless with pain; but the Sheikh-ed-Din, the astute Osman Digna, lbrahim Khalil, who withstood the charge of the 21st Lancers, and others of less note rallied to the side of the appointed successor of Mohammed Ahmed, and did not, even in this extremity, abandon his cause.  And so all hurried on through the gathering darkness, a confused and miserable multitude—­dejected warriors still preserving their trashy rifles, and wounded men hobbling pitifully along; camels and donkeys laden with household goods; women crying, panting, dragging little children; all in thousands—­nearly 30,000 altogether; with little food and less water to sustain them; the desert before them, the gunboats on the Nile, and behind the rumours of pursuit and a broad trail of dead and dying to mark the path of flight.

Meanwhile the Egyptian cavalry had already started on their fruitless errand.  The squadrons were greatly reduced in numbers.  The men carried food to suffice till morning, the horses barely enough to last till noon.  To supplement this slender provision a steamer had been ordered up the river to meet them the next day with fresh supplies.  The road by the Nile was choked with armed Dervishes, and to avoid these dangerous fugitives the column struck inland and marched southward towards some hills whose dark outline showed against the sky.  The unknown ground was difficult and swampy.  At times the horses floundered to their girths in wet sand; at others rocky khors obstructed the march; horses and camels blundered and fell.  The darkness complicated the confusion.  At about ten o’clock Colonel Broadwood decided to go no further till there was more light.  He therefore drew off the column towards the desert, and halted on a comparatively dry spot.  Some muddy pools, which were luckily discovered, enabled the bottles to be filled and the horses to be watered.  Then, having posted many sentries, the exhausted pursuers slept, waking from time to time to listen to the intermittent firing which was still audible, both from the direction of Omdurman and from that in which the Dervish army was flying.

At 3 A.M. on the 3rd Colonel Broadwood’s force moved on again.  Men and horses seemed refreshed, and by the aid of a bright moon the ground was covered at a good pace.  By seven o’clock the squadrons approached the point on the river which had been fixed for meeting the steamer.  She had already arrived, and the sight of the funnel in the distance and the anticipation of a good meal cheered everyone, for they had scarcely had anything to eat since the night before the battle.  But as the troopers drew nearer it became evident that 300 yards of shallow water and deep swamp intervened between them and the vessel.  Closer approach was prevented.  There was no means of landing the stores.  In the hopes of finding a suitable spot further up the stream the march was