Whatever those poor women suffered, they took care it should not be seen
by us men; and, indeed, we had little time to think of them the next
day. We had given ourselves the task to protect them, and we were
fighting hard to do it, and that was all we could do then; for the enemy
gave us but little peace--not making any savage attack, but harassing us
in a cruel way, every man acting like for himself, and all the
discipline the sepoys had learned seeming to be forgotten.
As for Lieutenant Leigh, he looked cold and stern; but there was no
flinching with him now: he was in command, and he showed it; and though
I never liked the man, I must say that he showed himself a brave and
clever officer; and but for his skilful arrangement of the few men under
his charge, that place would have fallen half-a-dozen times over.
We had taken no prisoners, so that there was no chance of talking of
exchange; though I believe to a man all thought that the captain and
files missing from our company were dead.
The women now lent us their help, bringing down spare muskets and
cartridges, loading too for us; so that when the mutineers made an
attack, we were able to keep up a much sharper fire than we should have
done under other circumstances.
It was about the middle of the afternoon when, hot and exhausted, we
were firing away; for the bullets were coming thick and fast through the
gateway, flying across the yard, and making a passage in that direction
nearly certain death, when I felt a strange choking feeling, for Measles
says to me all at once,--
"Look there, Ike."
I looked, and I could hardly believe it, and rubbed my eyes; for just in
the thickest of the firing there was the sound of merry laughter, and
those two children of the colonel's came toddling out, right across the
line of fire, turned back to look up at some one calling to them from
the window, and then stood still laughing and clapping their hands.
I don't know how it was; I only know that it wasn't to look brave; but,
dropping my piece, I rushed to catch them, just at the same moment as
did Miss Ross and Lizzy Green; while directly after Lieutenant Leigh
rushed from where he was, caught Miss Ross round the waist, and dragged
her away, as I did Lizzy and the children.
How it happened that we were none of us hit is strange to me, for all
the time the bullets were pattering on the wall beyond us. I only know
I turned sick and faint as I just said to Lizzy, "Thank God for that!"
and she led off the children, Miss Ross shrinking from Lieutenant Leigh
with a strange mistrustful look, as if she were afraid of him; and the
next minute they were under cover, and we were back at our posts.
"Poor bairns!" says Measles to me; "I ain't often glad of anything, Ike
Smith; but I am glad they ain't hurt. Now my soul seemed to run and
help them myself, but my legs were just as if they couldn't move. You
need not believe it without you like," he added in his sour way.
"But I do believe it, old fellow," I said warmly, as I held out my hand.
"Chaff's chaff; but you never knew me make light of a good act done by
a true-hearted comrade."
"All right," says Measles gruffly. "Now see me pot that sowar. Missed
him, by Jove!" he exclaimed as soon as he had fired. "These pieces
ain't true. No--hit him--he's down! That's one bairn-killer the less."
"Sam," I said just then, "what's that coming up between the huts
yonder?"
"Looks like a wagin," says Measles. "'Tis a wagin, ain't it?"
"No," I said, feeling that miserable I didn't know what to do; "it isn't
a wagon, Sam; but--why, there's another--a couple of field-pieces!"
"Nine-pounders, by all that's unlucky!" said Measles, slapping his
thigh. "Then I tell you what it is, Ike Smith--it's about time we said
our prayers."
I didn't answer, for the words would not come but it was what had always
been my dread, and it seemed now that the end was very near.
Troubles were coming upon us thick; for being relieved a short time
after, to go and have some tea that Mrs Bantem had got ready, I saw
something that made me stop short and think of where we should be if the
water supply was run out; for though we had the chatties down below in
the vault under the north end, we wanted what there was in the tank,
while there was Nabob, the great elephant, drawing it up in his trunk,
and cooling himself by squirting it all over his back.
I went to Lieutenant Leigh, and pointed it out to him; and the great
beast was led away; when, there being nothing else for it, we opened a
way through our breastwork, watched an opportunity, threw open the gate,
and he marched out right straight in amongst the mutineers, who cheered
loudly, after their fashion, as he came up to them.
There was no more firing in that night; and taking it in turns, we some
of us had a sleep, I among the rest, all dressed as I was, and with my
gun in my hand, ready for use at a moment's notice; and I remember
thinking what a deal depended on the sentries, and how thoroughly our
lives were in their hands; and then my next thought was of how was it
possible for it to be morning, for I had only seemed to close my eyes,
and then open them again on the light of day.
But morning it was; and with a dull dead feeling of misery upon me, I
got up and gave myself a shake, ran the ramrod down my piece, to see
that it was charged all right, looked to the cap, and then once more
prepared for the continuation of the struggle, low-spirited and
disheartened, but thankful for the bit of refreshing rest I had had.
A couple of hours passed, and there was no movement on the part of the
enemy; the ladies never stirred, but we could hear the children laughing
and playing about; and how one did seem to envy the little light-hearted
thoughtless things! But my thoughts were soon turned into another
direction; for Lieutenant Leigh ordered me up into one of the rooms
commanding the gateway, and looking out on the square where the guns
were standing, and came up with me himself.
"You'll have a good lookout from here, Smith," he said; "and being a
good shot--"
He didn't say any more, for he was, like me, taken up with the movement
in the square--a lot of the mutineers running the two guns forward in
front of the gate, and then closing round them, so that we could not see
what was going on; but we knew well enough that they were charging them,
and there seemed nothing for it but to let them fire, unless by a bold
sally we could get out and spike them.
Just then Lieutenant Leigh looked at me, and I at him; when, touching my
cap in salute, I said, "Two good nails, sir, and a tap on each, would do
it."
"Yes, Smith," he said grimly; "but who is to drive those two nails
home?"
I didn't answer him for a minute, I should say, for I was thinking over
matters about life, and about Lizzy; and now that Harry Lant was gone,
it seemed to me that there might be a chance for me; but still duty was
duty, and if men could not in such a desperate time as this risk
something, what was the good of soldiers?
"I'll drive 'em home, sir," I says then quietly, "or they shall drive me
home!"
He looked at me for an instant, and then nodded.
"I'll get the men ready," he says; "it's our only chance, and with a
bold dash we may do it. I'll send to the armourer's chest for hammers
and spikes. I'll spike one, Smith, and you the other; but mind, if I
fail, help me, as I will you if you fail; and God help us! Keep a sharp
look-out till I come back."
He left the room, and I heard a little movement below, as of the men
getting ready for the sally; and all the while I stood watching the
crowd in front, which now began hurrahing and cheering; and there was a
motion which showed that the guns were being run in nearer, till they
stopped about fifty yards from the gate.
"What makes him so long?" I thought, trembling with excitement;
"another minute, perhaps, and the gate will be battered down, and that
mob rushing in."
Then I thought that we ought, all who escaped from the sortie, in case
of failure, to be ready to take to the rooms adjoining where I was,
which would be our last hope; and then I almost dropped my piece, my
mouth grew dry, and I seemed choked; for with a loud howl the crowd
opened out, and I saw a sight that made my blood run cold: those two
nine-pounders standing with a man by each breech, smoking linstock in
hand; while bound with their backs against the muzzles, and their white
faces towards us, were Captain Dyer and Harry Lant!
One spark--one touch of the linstock on the breech--and those two brave
fellows would be blown to atoms; and as I expected that every moment
such would be the case, my knees knocked together; but the next moment I
was down on those shaking knees, my piece made ready, and a good aim
taken, so that I could have dropped one of the gunners before he was
able to fire.
I hesitated for a moment before I made up my mind which to try and save;
and the thought of Lizzy Green came in my mind, and I said to myself, "I
love her too well to cause her pain," when, giving up Captain Dyer, I
aimed at the gunner by poor Harry Lant.
"Don't fire!" said a voice just then; and turning, there was Lieutenant
Leigh. "The black-hearted wretches!" he muttered. "But we are all
ready; though now, if we start, it will be the signal for the death of
those two. But what does this mean?"
What made him say that was a chief, all in shawls, who rode forward and
shouted out in good English that they gave us one hour to surrender; but
at the end of that time, if we had not marched out without arms, they
would blow their prisoners away from the mouth of the guns.
Then, for fear we had not heard it, he spurred his horse up to within
ten yards of the gate, and shouted it out again, so that every one could
hear through the place; and though I could have sent a bullet through
and through him, I could not help admiring the bold daring fellow,
riding up right to the muzzles of our pieces.
But all the admiration I felt was gone the next moment, as I thought of
the cruelties practised, and of those bound there to the gun-muzzles.
There was nothing said for a few minutes, for I expected the lieutenant
to speak; but as he did not, I turned to him and said,--
"If all was ready, sir, I could drop one gunner; and I'd trust Measles--
Sam Bigley--to drop the other, when a bold dash might do it. You see,
they've retired a good thirty yards, and we should only have twenty more
to run than they; while the surprise would give us that start. A good
sharp jack-knife would set the prisoners free, and a covering-party
would perhaps check the pursuit while we got in."
"We shall have to try it, Smith," he said, his breath coming thick and
fast with excitement; and then he seemed to turn white, for Miss Ross
and Lizzy came into the room.
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