CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

The place did not seem so desolate and horrible in the bright morning

light; and after we had bathed our faces in water brought for us by our

host, who also produced some homely cakes, and the lotah full of clear

water for us to drink, I felt refreshed and bright, and so, I thought,

did Brace; but the stern, hard look came into his face again as soon as

he had recompensed our host and we stood outside the house, seeing above

the mist the tops of the trees of the tope where our men lay, and as I

saw them standing up apparently so near, I wondered how we could have

had so much difficulty in finding our way, and said so.

"No cause for wonder, Gil," said Brace, quietly. "Once you go astray in

the dark or in a mist, every struggle makes you more confused. Why,

Gil, lad, I once got out of bed in the dark, and lost myself in my own

room."

I looked at him wonderingly, for his face once more looked pleasant and

smiling, but it was dark the moment after, as we crossed the track of

the guns, and, trying to make out our past night's course, started at

once for the tope.

"They will think us prisoners or dead, Gil. Let's get back."

"And what next?" I said.

He turned and pointed to the deep marks made by our horses and guns, and

I had no occasion to ask more.

We both agreed that it was no wonder that we had lost our way in the

black darkness of the night, and been wandering about in the most

erratic manner, for it was difficult enough to keep in a straight line

for the tope where the mist was most dense in the lower ground.

But we reached our temporary shelter at last, were challenged by the

sentries, and before we had gone many steps among the trees, the doctor

rushed at us, closely followed by Dost.

"My dear Brace!" he cried; "my dear boy!" and he wrung our hands warmly.

"I thought--oh, I don't know what I did not think."

"Why, doctor," said Brace, warmly, "I did not think we were of so much

consequence to you."

"Of course not; and I'm a donkey to make so much fuss over you," said

the doctor, changing his manner directly, and speaking in his customary

snappish, decisive manner. "But I object to anybody else killing you

both. That's my business. Am I not your surgeon?"

Dost said nothing; but I saw the tears in his eyes as he followed close

behind me and took hold of the lapel of my jacket as he whispered

softly--

"Oh, sahib!"

"Well," cried Brace, after a few explanations, "how is the major? how

did you get on?"

"Our friend Dost took me safely there, and I stayed with the poor fellow

for hours. He is terribly cut about, but far better than I expected,

and I believe that those women will nurse him round."

"Thank God!" said Brace, earnestly; "and I hope we shall be able to give

him comfort before long by our news."

"I hope so," said the doctor, bluntly. "You are not upset, then, by

your night's experience? You mean to go on?"

"I mean to go on. Yes, doctor, at once. But about you and the major?"

"I am sorry to say that the poor fellow must take his chance now. Dost

was of opinion that we could not get in and out again safely, and I did

not need to be told. We had a very narrow escape of being made

prisoners."

"But, Lacey, the nursing?"

"He has that, and there is no disease, my dear boy. Those two women

will do all that I could. It is only a question of seeing to his

bandages, and cleanliness. I could say I'll go and stay with him; but

if I did, the chances are that I should not get there; and if I did, I

make the risk of his being murdered ten times greater. On the other

hand, you and the lads here will want my help. My duty is with you."

Dost was consulted, and said warmly that it was impossible to get back

into the city, and that two foot regiments and one of cavalry had

marched into and occupied the place.

"And their English officers?" said Brace, excitedly.

"Don't ask me, sahib," said Dost, sadly. "It is too terrible; the

people have gone mad against our masters, and the fire is spreading

through the land."

The peculiarly stern look in Brace's countenance deepened as my Hindu

servant went on.

"If the doctor sahib tried to get into the city again, he would be

taken, and the budmashes of the bazaar would murder him. Lacey sahib

will be quite safe and get well. We must not go again; it means death."

"There," said the doctor, "and I'm too busy to die yet, Brace; but pray

go on eating and drinking, my dear boys; you must both be horridly

faint. I prescribe food and rest."

"Right, doctor; we'll take your first remedy. But there is no rest. We

start in an hour or less. We must make a short march before the sun

gets too hot."

"You mean to keep to that mad idea of yours, then, about recapturing the

guns?"

"Yes, mad as it is."

"Better try and join some of our men, where they are holding out, my

dear boy. This is going to be a terrible business, and we must all row

together and help one another."

"Yes," said Brace, "I am going to help; but I must have my guns first,

and remount my men."

Then hastily finishing his rough breakfast, he rose and went off to give

orders for an immediate start.

"Vincent, my lad," said the doctor, "we shall all be cut to pieces, I'm

afraid."

"Our chances look very bad, I'm afraid," I replied.

"Hold your tongue, sir," cried the doctor. "You are not afraid of

anything. I said I was, but I'm not a fighting man. We're in for it,

and are going to do our duty. My great trouble is about poor Craig.

That man's a gentleman."

"Hist!" came from close by among the trees.

"Eh? who was that?"

"Only me, doctor--Craig."

"Bah! I had forgotten him. You heard?"

"Yes, sir," said the wounded sergeant faintly, as we went to his side,

and he smiled up at me. "I heard you blacking my character behind my

back. Never mind about the past. What about Sergeant Craig?"

"Well, what about him, sir? He's going to get better."

"Afraid not, doctor. I heard the captain say that we march directly. I

couldn't even ride if I had a horse. Hadn't you better put me out of my

misery at once?"

"If you talk nonsense like that to me, sir," cried the doctor, "I'll

give you the nastiest dose you ever had in your life."

"But I can't walk."

"Of course not; but there are plenty of good men and true to carry you,

so hold your tongue, and get better as fast as you can."

"But--"

"Silence, sir! or I'll put a bandage on your mouth, as well as on your

arm."

Poor Craig smiled at me, and closed his eyes.

Half an hour after our men were found all refreshed and rested, and

looking ready to do any deed of valour, or follow their leader to the

death. The order was given, and in the lightest of light

marching-order, save that there was the litter to carry, on which poor

Craig had been laid, when one of the sentries still on guard, but with

orders to fall in on the rear when we marched, reported the approach of

a party of the people of the city.

Brace ordered the men to lie down while he focussed his glass, and

examined the men from the edge of the tope, afterwards handing the glass

to me as I watched the white-clothed party about a quarter of a mile

away, evidently making straight for the wood.

"What do you make of them, Gil?"

"Sepoys," I said; "nine of them, all with muskets and bayonets,

evidently coming to occupy this place."

"Yes," he said; "we must repulse them. Gil, this is a godsend. I want

every man I have to fight. These are scoundrels from one of the

revolted regiments."

"And this is to be a bit of practice for our men?"

"No, boy; we can trap the dogs without fighting. Can't you see what I

want?"

"No."

"Bearers for poor Craig's dhooly. Here they are--two sets; one for

relief."

I uttered a cry of delight, and then after making sure by which track

the sepoys would come up to the tope, a dozen men were placed in ambush

with orders not to move till the native soldiers had passed them, and

then to cut off their retreat when they found enemies in front.

The arrangements were cleverly made, our men lying down among the

bushes; and, in perfect ignorance of the reception awaiting them, the

sepoys came on with their muskets shouldered; and in a careless,

easy-going way, as they came on talking loudly, they drew and fixed

bayonets.

"They think some poor creatures have taken refuge here," whispered

Brace. "The bloodhounds!"

I lay there with my sword drawn, and the knot tight about my wrist, my

heart beating, and a curious sensation of dread troubling me, for I was

going to face armed men for the first time in my life.

But I had no time for thinking; the sepoys were close at hand, and as

they reached the edge of the tope, one, who seemed to be their leader,

gave the order, and the men lowered their bayonets, and were about to

open out to search the tope, when Brace sprang up right in their way.

What followed did not take a minute. The first movement of the

mutineers was to turn and flee, but their leader yelled at them

savagely, and dashed at us with his levelled bayonet, when a shot from

Brace's pistol rang out, and the man threw up his piece, bent back,

fell, and clutched at the broken twigs upon which he had fallen, while,

uttering a fierce yell of rage, the others came on.

But Brace was equal to the occasion. He shouted an order to our lads,

and then one in Hindustani to the sepoys, who, on seeing a party of our

men spring up behind us, stopped short, and then turned to flee, but

only to find themselves face to face with the dozen men by whom they had

passed.

"Down with your arms!" roared Brace, rushing at them. And with a sullen

growl, seven of them threw down their muskets, but the eighth made a

fierce thrust at Brace, which would have been deadly, had he not deftly

turned it aside to his left with his sabre, and then striking upward

with the hilt, he caught the man a terrible blow in the cheek, and

rolled him over stunned.

Our men gave a cheer as they closed in round the sepoys, and the next

minute two stout gunners were breaking the bayonets from the muzzles,

snapping some off, and doubling the others completely back before taking

the muskets by the barrels; and then _crash, crash, crash_, the stocks

were splintered off by blows against the largest trees, while the sepoys

stood together closely guarded, their faces turning of a horrible drab

tint, as their eyes rolled in anxious quest from face to face, for they

evidently expected moment by moment to hear the order for their

execution.

One poor wretch, with his lips ashy, glanced up at the trees, and then

wildly round, as I interpreted it, to see if any one was bringing ropes;

and a shudder ran through him, and he closed his eyes, but opened them

widely, showing a ring of white about the iris as the doctor strode up.

"Soon got a job ready for me, then, Brace?" he said.

"Poor wretch!" was the reply. "I am sorry I shot him."

"I'm not," said the doctor, going down on one knee. "Why, man, his

bayonet was getting close to your breast, and I hate a bayonet wound; it

generally beats me. Humph!" he added coolly, after a brief examination

of the fallen man, who was lying motionless, "so does this," and he

rose.

"Dead?" said Brace, with a look of pain in his face.

"Quite. Come, soldier, it was in self-defence."

"Yes," said Brace slowly; "but I never killed a man before, doctor, even

in self-defence."

Then, drawing himself up, he turned to the sepoys, and giving the

regular orders, they obeyed, took a few steps, and then, as if moved by

the same spirit, halted, and threw themselves upon their knees with

their hands outstretched for mercy, the man whom Brace had temporarily

stunned by his blow, uttering a loud appeal, for all thought their end

was near.

"Stand!" cried Brace, sternly; and then he told them that if they were

faithful and obedient their lives should be spared.

They were grovelling at his feet on the instant, and a driver behind me

laughed.

"Well, I don't think I'd kiss the captain's boots like that to save

myself," he said. For one of the men was actually kissing the muddy

boots Brace wore.

At a second command, they sprung to their feet, and, obeying orders with

alacrity, they were drawn up in line, where Brace once more addressed

them, announcing that they would be treated without mercy if they

attempted to escape.

Then poor Craig's litter was pointed out to them, and four raised the

handles to their shoulders, while the others were placed in front. A

guard was detailed to keep watch over them, and armed with carbines,

with orders to shoot down the first man who tried to escape.

A minute later our men were in their places; the order was given, and we

left the tope on the side farthest from the city, and descended toward

the low, cultivated ground, marched steadily toward the village where

Brace and I had passed the night, there to take up the track made by the

wheels of our limbers, guns, and tumbrils, a long, wearisome task we

felt; for the enemy had many hours' start, and they were mounted, while

we were on foot.

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