But though the Light Brigade were ready enough for anything, as was yet to be shown, their colonel still held them back. Posted as they were, at the mouth of the valley and on some rising ground, they too had witnessed every incident of the battle. They had seen the gallant charge of the `Heavies', and they bit their lips and swore beneath their breath, itching to be let loose, and show their comrades that they too could ride straight, ay, and fight too, till death settled their account if need be. As the Russian cavalry came flying in clouds over the Causeway heights, their eagerness made them almost unmanageable, and loud growls of anger and vexation came from the ranks. But Lord Cardigan, who was in command, had orders to defend his position, and to strike at anything that came within distance of him. Undoubtedly this was the opportunity he should have taken, but he chose to forego it, and thereby allowed the Russians to escape, while his men looked on and fumed with rage and disappointment, and Tony and Phil hid in the vineyard and thought all manner of awful things. But now the enemy commenced to remove the guns from the captured Turkish redoubt, and an order reached Lord Lucan--who commanded the combined brigades of cavalry, heavy and light--to recapture the Causeway heights. Lord Raglan had, however, omitted to provide the necessary infantry supports, and in consequence the movement was delayed. Then a second and more peremptory order was sent to Lord Lucan, by means of Nolan, a noted cavalry officer, who believed that all things were possible with that arm of the service. _Lord Raglan wishes the cavalry to advance rapidly to the front_, it ran, _and try to prevent the enemy carrying away the guns_. "To the front? What front? Surely not right up the valley and into the very jaws of the Russian army!" everyone will mutter. Lord Lucan also was bewildered. Long ago the captured Turkish redoubts had sunk into insignificance, and the guns now most in evidence were those right up the valley. That too was "front" to Lord Lucan. Then what could be the meaning of this message? "Attack what? What guns are we to attack?" he asked anxiously, fixing his eyes upon the batteries on the Causeway heights, and then upon those at the tip of the valley. "There," replied Captain Nolan, with something akin to a sneer, and in tones which angered Lord Lucan. "There, my lord, is your enemy, and there your guns." And he pointed away up the valley to the Russian batteries occupying a commanding position nearly two miles away.