Part 7 (1/2)

”Corporal Bray,” says some one.

”Here, Emson, Smith, both of you lend a hand here. We'll make Bantem's quarters hospital.--Now then, look alive, ambulance party!”

We were about lifting the poor fellow, who had sunk down behind the breastwork, all doubled up like, hands and knees, and head hanging; but as we touched him, he straightened himself out, and looked up at Captain Dyer.

”Don't touch me yet,” he says in a whisper. ”My stripes for some one, captain. Do for Isaac Smith there. Hooray!” he says faintly, and he took off his cap with one hand, gave it a bit of a wave, ”G.o.d save the Quee--”

”Bear him carefully to the empty ground-floor, south side,” says Captain Dyer sternly; ”and make haste back, my lads: moments are precious.”

”I'll do that with private Manning's wife,” says a voice; and, turning as we were going to lift our dead comrade, there was big strapping Mrs Bantem, and another soldier's wife; and she then said a few words to the captain.

”Gone?” says Captain Dyer.

”Quarter of an hour ago, sir,” says Mrs Bantem; and then to me: ”Poor trooper, Isaac!”

”Another man here,” says Captain Dyer.--”No, not you, Smith.--Fill up here, Bantem.”

Joe Bantem waved his hand to his wife, and took the dead corporal's place; but not easily, for Measles, who was next man, was stepping into it, when Captain Dyer ordered him back.

”But there's such a much better chance of dropping one of them mounted chaps, sir,” says Measles grumbling.

”Hold your tongue, sir, and go back to your own loophole,” says Captain Dyer; and the way that Measles kept on loading and firing, ramming down his cartridges viciously, and then taking long and careful aim--ah, and with good effect, too!--was a sight to see.

All the while we were expecting an a.s.sault; but none came; for the mutineers fell fast, and did not seem to dare to make a rush while we kept up such practice.

Then I had to go round and ask Lieutenant Leigh to send six more men to the gate, and to bring news of what was going on round the other sides.

I found the lieutenant standing at the window where I caught Chunder; and there was a man each at all the other four little windows which looked down at the outside--all the others, as I have said, looking in upon the court.

The lieutenant's men had a shot now and then at any one who approached; but the mutineers seemed to have determined upon forcing the gate, and, so far as I could see, there was very little danger to fear from any other quarter.

I knew Lieutenant Leigh was not a coward; but he seemed very half-hearted over the defence, doing his duty, but in a sullen sort of way; and, of course, that was because he wanted to take the lead now held by Captain Dyer; and perhaps it was misjudging him, but I'm afraid just at that time he'd have been very glad if a shot had dropped his rival, and he could have stepped into his place.

Captain Dyer's plan to keep the rabble at bay till help could come, was, of course, quite right; and that night it was an understood thing that another attempt should be made to send a messenger to Wallahbad, another of our corporals being selected for the dangerous mission.

The fighting was kept on in an on-and-off way till evening, we losing several men, but a good many falling on the other side, which made them more cautious, and not once did we have a chance of touching a man with the bayonet. Some of our men grumbled a little at this, saying that it was very hard to stand there hour after hour to be shot down; and could they have done as they liked, they'd have made a sally.

Then came the night, and a short consultation between the captain and Lieutenant Leigh. The mutineers had ceased firing at sundown, and we were in hopes that there would be a rest till daylight; but all the same the strictest watch was kept, and only half the men lay down at a time.

Half the night, though, had not pa.s.sed, when a hand was laid upon my shoulder; and in an instant I was up, piece in hand, to find that it was Captain Dyer.

”Come here,” he said quietly; and following him into the room underneath where the women were placed, he told me to listen; and I did, to hear a low, grating, tearing noise, as of something sc.r.a.ping on stone. ”That's been going on,” he said, ”for a good hour, and I can't make it out, Smith.”

”Prisoners escaping,” I said quietly.

”But they are not so near as that. They were confined in the next room but one,” he said in a whisper.

”Broke through, then,” I said.

Then we went--Captain Dyer and I--quietly up on to the roof, answered the challenge, and then walked to the edge, where, leaning over, we could hear the doll grating noise once more; then a stone seemed to fall out on to the sandy way by the palace walls.