Part 8 (1/2)

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 was that we were none of us. .h.i.t, seems 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 G.o.d 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 seemed 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, I declare!” 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 fas.h.i.+on, as he came up to them.

There was no more firing 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 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 refres.h.i.+ng rest I had had.

A couple of hours pa.s.sed, 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 look-out 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 think, 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 see 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 G.o.d 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 shewed 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 rus.h.i.+ng in.”