Part 48 (1/2)

”Stop, or we fire,” came from the sh.o.r.e.

No answer was returned from the boats; they were now nearly opposite the speaker. Then came the word--”Fire.” Six cannon loaded with grape were discharged, and a crackle of musketry at the same moment broke out. The shot tore through the boats, killing and disabling many, and bringing down the arbor of boughs upon them.

A terrible cry arose, and all was confusion. Most of the rowers were killed, and the boats drifted helplessly amid the storm of rifle bullets.

As the cannon flashed out and the grape swept the boats Bathurst, with a sharp cry, sprang to his feet, and leaped overboard, as did several others from both boats. Diving, he kept under water for some distance, and then swam desperately till he reached shallow water on the other side of the river, and then fell head foremost on the sand. Eight or ten others also gained the sh.o.r.e in a body, and were running towards the bank, when the guns were again fired, and all but three were swept away by the iron hail. A few straggling musket shots were fired, then orders were shouted, and the splas.h.i.+ng of an oar was heard, as one of the native boatmen rowed one of the two boats toward the sh.o.r.e. Bathurst rose to his feet and ran, stumbling like a drunken man, towards the bushes, and just as he reached them, fell heavily forward, and lay there insensible. Three men came out from the jungle and dragged him in. As they did so loud screams arose from the other bank, then half a dozen muskets were fired, and all was quiet.

It was not for a quarter of an hour that Bathurst was conscious of what was going on around him. Someone was rubbing his chest and hands.

”Who is it?” he asked.

”Oh, it is you, Bathurst!” he heard Wilson's voice exclaim. ”I thought it was you, but it is so dark now we are off that white sand that I could not see. Where are you hit?”

”I don't know,” Bathurst said. ”I felt a sort of shock as I got out of the water, but I don't know that I am hurt at all.”

”Oh, you must be hit somewhere. Try and move your arms and legs.”

Bathurst moved.

”No, I don't think I am hit; if I am, it is on the head. I feel something warm round the back of my neck.”

”By Jove, yes!” Wilson said; ”here is where it is; there is a cut all along the top of your head; the bullet seems to have hit you at the back, and gone right along over the top. It can't have gone in, or else you would not be able to talk.”

”Help me up,” Bathurst said, and he was soon on his feet. He felt giddy and confused. ”Who have you with you?” he asked.

”Two natives. I think one is the young chief, and the other is one of his followers.”

Bathurst spoke to them in their native language, and found that Wilson was not mistaken. As soon as he found that he was understood, the young chief poured out a volley of curses upon those who had attacked them.

Bathurst stopped him. ”We shall have time for that afterwards, Murad,”

he said; ”the first thing is to see what had best be done. What has happened since I landed, Wilson?”

”Our boat was pretty nearly cut in two,” Wilson said, ”and was sinking when I jumped over; the other boat has been rowed ash.o.r.e.”

”What did you hear, Wilson?”

”I heard the women scream,” Wilson said reluctantly, ”and five or six shots were fired. There has been no sound since then.”

Bathurst stood silent for a minute.

”I do not think they will have killed the women,” he said; ”they did not do so at Cawnpore. They will take them there. No doubt they killed the men. Let me think for a moment. Now,” he said after a long pause, ”we must be doing. Murad, your father and friends have given their word for the safety of those you took prisoners; that they have been ma.s.sacred is no fault of your father or of you. This gentleman and myself are the only ones saved, as far as we know. Are you sure that none others came ash.o.r.e?”

”The others were all killed, we alone remaining,” Murad said. ”I will go back to my father, and he will go to Cawnpore and demand vengeance.”

”You can do that afterwards, Murad; the first thing is to fulfill your promise, and I charge you to take this sahib in safety down to Allahabad. You must push on at once, for they may be sending out from Cawnpore at daylight to search the bushes here to see if any have escaped. You must go on with him tonight as far as you can, and in the morning enter some village, buy native clothes, and disguise him, and then journey on to Allahabad.”

”I will do that,” the young Rajah said; ”but what about yourself?”

”I shall go into Cawnpore and try to rescue any they may have taken.