Begumbagh: A Tale of the Indian MutinyFenn, George Manville
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Begumbagh: A Tale of the Indian Mutiny
Fenn, George Manville
British -- India -- Fiction; India -- History -- Fiction; India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
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 passed, 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 scraping 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 dull grating noise once more; then a stone seemed to fall
out on to the sandy way by the palace walls.
It was all plain enough: they had broken through from one room to
another, where there was a window no bigger than a loophole, and they
were widening this.
"Quick, here, sentry," says the captain.
The next minute the sentry hurried up, and we had a man posted as nearly
over the window as we could guess, and then I had my orders in a minute:
"Take two men and the sentry at their door, rush in, and secure them at
once. But if they have got out, join Sergeant Williams, and follow me
to act as reserve, for I am going to make a sally by the gate to stop
them from the outside."
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