Meanwhile, completely cut off by the enemy from the rest of the
garrison, the occupants of the hospital made such preparations as they
could to strengthen their defences. Little enough they were, consisting
as they did of three or four pieces of wood placed like stays from the
floor to the cross-pieces of the roughly-made door; and when it was done
the Doctor said sadly:
"It's of no use. If they come with a rush they will drive that in as if
it were so much cardboard."
"Let them," said Bracy. "They will find three bayonets and a
sword-point ready for them to fall upon."
"Yes; and then?" said the Doctor bitterly. "There will be four bodies
lying in front of us between our breasts and the men who come on, and so
again and again till we have made a rampart of the wretched bodies."
"Very well in theory, my good patient," said the Doctor sadly; "but I'm
afraid we shall have made part of the breastwork ourselves. These
Ghazis not only know how to fight, but they do fight as if there were no
such thing as fear."
"There's not much of that in British soldiers when they are at bay,"
said Bracy proudly. "But it's of no use to talk, Doctor; we must defend
this door to the last, and then retreat into the ward, barricading that
next."
"And after that?"
"There are my quarters: but we must carry the helpless in there first."
"And lastly?"
"Never mind that," said Bracy coldly; "let us get through firstly and
secondly; a dozen things may happen before then."
"Hist!" whispered Mrs Gee. "Some one is coming."
All listened, and heard a swift movement like a hand being passed over
the rough door as if feeling for the fastening. Then there were several
hard thrusts, and directly after a quick whispering, a scratching as of
feet against the wall, and then a slight change in the appearance of the
window, the darkness growing a little deeper. In an instant there was
the loud rattle of a rifle being thrown out to the full extent of its
holder's arms, the bayonet darting through the narrow slit; there was a
savage yell, the dull thud of some one falling, and with a fierce shout
of rage two or three of the enemy flung themselves at the door,
repeating the act again and again, but without result.
"Can't some of us come and help, sir?" said a feeble voice.
"Yes; there's six of us, sir," said another; "and we've all got rifles."
"Back to your beds directly," cried the Doctor. "What's the use of me
trying to save your lives, and--Well, it's very good of you, my lads,"
he said, breaking off suddenly. "Fix bayonets, and stand outside the
ward ready to help if we, the first line, are driven in."
There was a sharp crackety-crack as the metal sockets of the bayonets
rattled on the muzzles of the rifles, and the six invalids took their
places on either side of the ward-door, where the rest of the sufferers
lay in silence listening to the yelling outside and the firing now going
vigorously on.
There was another crash against the outer door, but still it did not
yield, though it sounded as if it was being dashed from its fastenings,
and then a shuffling, scraping sound told that another attempt was being
made by one of the mad fanatics to get in by the slit of a window. But
again there was the peculiar rattling sound of a thrust being made with
a rifle thrown right forward and grazing the sides of the opening. A
wild shriek followed, and Gedge withdrew his piece, panting heavily and
trembling from weakness.
"Did you get home?" whispered the Doctor.
"Yes, sir, clean," whispered back Gedge; "and oh, if that only was the
chap as shot Mr Bracy that day!"
There was a crash at the door now, as if a mass of stone had been hurled
at it; a couple of boards were driven out, and a strange animal odour
floated in, with a yell of triumph, heard above the piteous bleating of
sheep and the sharp rattle of the rifles.
"Give me room, Doctor; I can do it. My man taught me," said the nurse,
standing with Gedge, friendly for the first time in their lives; and
they delivered rapidly thrust after thrust with their full strength, one
of the savage Ghazis going down at each.
It was too dark to do much, and Bracy felt his helplessness, after
trying to parry a cut or two delivered by one of the enemy; so, drawing
his revolver, he fired slowly shot after shot as the enemy reached in to
cut at the defenders, their blows mostly falling upon the sides of the
broken door.
"It's of no use to try and hold this place longer, Doctor," he said,
bringing now to bear his military knowledge. "We have to bear the full
rush of these men."
"But it's like giving up to them," panted the Doctor.
"Never mind; let's retire into the ward. You see, the door is at
right-angles to this, and when they press in they can only fill this
little place, and we shall have to contend with four or five instead of
fifty."
"That's good talk," said the Doctor. "I'm not a soldier. Very well,
then, back in, and I'll cover you."
"No; you retire with the nurse and Gedge, and I will hold them at bay
till you get in. Make the men present their bayonets as soon as we are
in. Just give the word, and they will know. It will check the wretches
while we try to get the door closed."
"No," cried the Sergeant's wife through her teeth. "Bill Gedge and I
will keep them off till you are in and tell us to fall back."
"Right," said the Doctor; "don't stop to parley, Bracy, my lad. Ah,
what does that mean?" he cried sharply, for Mrs Gee and Gedge both
thrust and then thrust again.
"Means a roosh, gentlemen," said Gedge hoarsely. "In with you; we can't
hold 'em back any longer."
"Back in," said Bracy hoarsely. "We must do it, Doctor; they're mad for
our blood."
The Doctor stepped through the inner door, and Bracy followed.
"Right and left," he said sharply; "cover the advance as they fall
back."
A low hissing sound accompanied a quick movement, and then, after
delivering a couple more thrusts, Gedge whispered:
"In with you, nurse."
"You first, boy," she answered, as she thrust fiercely again, a sharp
cry following her delivery.
"I don't go afore a woman," said Gedge bluntly, as he delivered point
once more.
"Nor I before my patient," said Mrs Gee, following his example, and
feeling the bayonet strike flesh.
"Back, you two, at once," cried Bracy sternly; and as the strangely
assorted couple took a step or two back and darted into the ward, a
hedge of bayonets dropped down breast-high, in time to meet the rush of
Ghazis who dashed forward with upraised swords.
Then, to the surprise of all, there was the crackle of a little volley,
and the faces of the fierce warriors were for a moment illumined,
efforts being made to strengthen the position by dragging a charpoy
across, planting a second upon the first, and heaping thereon everything
that could be seized upon in the darkness. There was a fresh burst of
yelling, the Ghazis raging in their disappointment and at the losses
that had befallen them, just, too, when they believed that an entry had
been made.
The Doctor took advantage of the pause in the attack to order every
invalid who could move by his own efforts to seek refuge in the
officers' ward, and with groans and sighs they obeyed, one helping the
other, and in many instances having to be helped in turn, while several
by slow degrees managed to crawl. A pause in the attack did not give
time for all this, the enemy coming fiercely on again before the ward
was half clear; but the bristling array of bayonets presented at the
narrow doorway kept them from gaining an entrance, each stroke of their
tulwars being received on the rifle-barrels, and several going down as
deadly thrusts were made.
It was evident enough to Bracy and the Doctor that their defence could
not last, much longer. A party of able-bodied men, dividing and taking
their duty in turn, might have kept the whole body of the hill-men at
bay for an indefinite time; but the efforts of Gedge and Mrs Gee were
growing weaker, and at last it was all that the invalids could do to
keep their bayonets from being beaten down.
"We must make for our last refuge, Doctor," said Bracy at last.
"Yes, and none too soon," was his reply; "but first of all let's have as
much of the bedding as we can get taken to the other room to form a
breastwork. Half you men retire and carry mattresses and blankets till
you are ordered to cease."
This was done, and then the order was given, just as the enemy was
making one of its most savage attacks, the men pressing on with all
their might, till a volley was fired which made them recoil. It was
only to recover themselves and pour fiercely in through the dense smoke,
to begin yelling with rage as they found by degrees that the long ward
was empty, and a fresh barrier of bayonets bristling ready for them at
the farther door, where a couple of charpoys had been hastily thrown
across one upon the other, and piled on the top was all the bedding,
principally rough straw mattresses and blankets--a slight enough
breastwork, but impervious to sword-cuts, while to reach over in order
to make a blow was to expose whoever struck to a deadly bayonet-thrust.
Here the defence was gallantly maintained again, the attack as fiercely
made, till the floor became wet with blood, and several of the
carnage-seeking enemy slipped and fell, either to crawl or be dragged
away by their companions.
"It's getting to be a matter of minutes now," said the Doctor in a
whisper to Bracy. "This is the last of it."
"The window," said Bracy, calmly enough now. "Take Mrs Gee and help
her out. Then you and Gedge climb out, and drop down; you may make your
escape in the darkness. You hear, Mrs Gee?"
"Yes, sir, I hear," said the woman in her sourest tones; "but my man
told me I was to stick to my patients, no matter what happened."
"And I order you to escape."
"Yes, sir; but I'm not one of your men," said the woman, with a
triumphant masterful ring in her words, "and under your orders; but you
are my patient and under mine. So you go and get as many of the poor
boys away with you as you can. Off with you, Gedge; you're as bad as
any of them, in spite of your brag. Then you others follow, one at a
time; me and the Doctor can't leave, the rest, and we're going to stay."
"Go!" said Gedge sharply. "Go and leave my comrades and my orficer as
can't help theirselves. Not me!"
There was a low murmur at this, and then a cessation of all words in the
desperate defence forced upon the little party; for, as if maddened by
the long resistance, and utterly reckless of the losses they had
suffered, the Ghazis came on, howling and bounding to the door, leaping
up and reaching in to strike downward with all their force, and
generally paying the penalty of death; for even with their swords
extended to the full extent of the holders' arms, not once was a
damaging cut inflicted.
The result of this last rush was that, horrible to relate, the
breastwork was raised by the bodies of three fatally wounded Ghazis, who
in their dying moments sought to revenue their deaths by cutting
savagely at their foes as they lay.
"I can't bay'net chaps who are down," muttered Gedge, shrinking back;
while at the same moment Mrs Gee uttered a wild cry, for one of the
dying men had inflicted a horrible upward cut, which, as she was leaning
forward, took effect upon her chin.
This movement on the part, of two of the strongest of the defenders
seemed to be fatal. A weak place in their defence was displayed, and
with a fierce yell the enemy crowded on in a final attack. This would
have been fatal but for the bravery of the tottering invalids, who met
the rush with a sharp volley from half-a-dozen pieces, and the flash and
smoke were followed by a sudden burst of light, which flooded the ward,
showing the enemy retiring a little, startled by the unexpected volley
and wondering at the glare. This gave time for reloading, and another
volley was fired as the enemy came on again.
This volley was followed by the commencement of a rolling fire outside,
mingled with yells of rage, imprecations, loud orders, and the hoarse
commands of officers. For the light given by the burning building was
the opportunity required; and minute by minute the firing increased from
the walls, as the scattered soldiery, many of whom had remained unarmed,
found their way into their quarters to obtain rifles and bayonets, and
joined their companions on the wall, able, and willing too, to take aim
down into the seething mob of savages in the court, without risking
destruction to a comrade or friend.
Three times over Colonel Graves summoned the enemy to surrender, and
twice over native attendants were dragged forth to yell down to the
Ghazis that their lives would be spared. All was in vain; the
announcements were received with shouts of defiance, yells of hatred at
the Christian dogs, and savage rushes were made at the steps leading up
to the ramparts, in each case for the venturers to be partly shot down,
the residue being hurled back from the point of the bayonet.
"It's of no use, Graves--Roberts," cried the Major; "it's their lives or
ours. Fire, my lads, fire!"
And by the increasing light of the flaming building, whose ruddy rays
illumined the horrible scene of carnage, the fight went on, till the
courtyard was dotted with the bodies of the wounded and slain, the
survivors of the great flock of sheep cowering together close to the
main gate, while others lay trampled down amongst the fallen, their
thick fleeces having protected many from the cuts of the Ghazis' swords.