Part 13 (1/2)

The others followed, Captain Dyer coming last, when, seeing me, he whispered: ”Where's Bigley?” of course meaning Measles.

I looked round, but it was too dark to distinguish one face from another. I had not seen him for the last quarter of an hour--not since he had asked me if I had any matches, and I had pa.s.sed him half-a-dozen from my tobacco-pouch.

I asked first one, and then another, but n.o.body had seen Measles; and under the impression that he must have joined Harry Lant, we cautiously walked along the roof, right over the heads of our enemies; for from time to time we could hear beneath our feet the low buzzing sound of voices, and more than once came a terrible catching of the breath, as one of the children whispered or spoke.

It seemed impossible, even now, that we could escape, and I was for proposing to Captain Dyer to risk the noise, and have the bridge taken down, so as to hold the top of the building we were on as a last retreat; but I was stopped from that by Measles coming up to me, when I told him Captain Dyer wanted him, and he crept away once more.

We got down the short ladder in safety, and then crossed a low building, to pa.s.s down the ladder on to another, which fortunately for us was empty; and then, with a little contriving and climbing, we dropped into a deserted street of the place, and all stood huddled together, while Captain Dyer and Lieutenant Leigh arranged the order of march.

And that was no light matter; but a litter was made of the short ladder, and Harry Lant laid upon it; the women and children placed in the middle; the men were divided; and the order was given in a low tone to march, and we began to walk right away into the darkness, down the straggling street; but only for the advance guard to come back directly, and announce that they had stumbled upon an elephant picketed with a couple of camels.

”Any one with them?” said Captain Dyer.

”Could not see a soul, sir,” said Joe Bantem, for he was one of the men.

”Grenadiers, half-left,” said Captain Dyer; ”forward!” and once more we were in motion, tramp, tramp, tramp, but quite softly; Lieutenant Leigh at the rear of the first party, so as to be with Miss Ross, and Captain Dyer in the rear of all, hiding, poor fellow, all he must have felt, and seeming to give up every thought to the escape, and that only.

STORY ONE, CHAPTER TWENTY.

I could just make out the great looming figure of an elephant, as we marched slowly on, when I was startled by a low sort of wimmering noise, followed directly after by a granting on my right.

”What's that?” says Captain Dyer. Then in an instant: ”Threes right!”

he cried to the men, and they faced round, so as to cover the women and children.

There was no farther alarm, though, and all seemed as silent as could be; so once more under orders, the march was continued till we were out from amidst the houses, and travelling over the sandy dusty plain; when there was another alarm--we were followed--so said the men in the rear; and sure enough, looming up against the darkness--a ma.s.s of darkness itself--we could see an elephant.

The men were faced round, and a score of pieces were directed at the great brute; but when within three or four yards, it was plain enough that it was alone, and Measles says aloud: ”Blest if it isn't old Nabob!”

The old elephant it was; and pa.s.sing through, he went up to where Harry Lant was calling him softly, knelt down to order; and then, climbing and clinging on as well as they could, the great brute's back was covered with women and children--the broad shallow howdah pretty well taking the lot--while the great beast seemed as pleased as possible to get back amongst his old friends, rubbing his trunk first on this one and then on that; and thankful we were for the help he gave us, for how else we should have got over that desert plain I can't say.

I should think we had gone a good eight miles, when Measles ranges up close aside me as I walked by the elephant, looking up at the riding-party from time to time, and trying to make out which was Lizzy, and pitying them too, for the children were fretful, and it was a sad time they had of it.

”They'll have it hot there sometime to-morrow morning, Ike,” says Measles to me.

”Where?” I said faintly, for I was nearly done for, and I did not take much interest in anything.

”Begumbagh,” he says. And when I asked him what he meant, he said: ”How much powder do you think there was down in that vault?”

”A good five hundredweight,” I said.

”All that,” says Measles. ”They'll have it hot, some of 'em.”

”What do you mean?” I said, getting interested.

”O, nothing pertickler, mate; only been arranging for promotion for some of 'em, since I can't get it myself. I took the head out of one keg, and emptied it by the others, and made a train to where I've set a candle burning; and when that candle's burnt out, it will set light to another; and that will have to burn out, when some wooden chips will catch fire, and they'll blaze a good deal, and one way and another there'll be enough to burn to last till, say, eight o'clock this morning, by which time the beauties will have got into the place; and then let 'em look out for promotion, for there's enough powder there to startle two or three of 'em.”

”That's what you wanted the matches for, then?” I said.