I stayed by my father, who, in the intervals of giving orders for the occupation of the palace by the troops, the planting of sentries and pickets, and the stoppage of all pillaging, told me how he, with his regiment and two squadrons of lancers, had joined the other foot regiment and Brace's horse artillery. That plans had been made for the attack on Ahdenpore, the Maharajah Ny Deen's chief city, and this had been carried out by one regiment of foot, half the horse artillery battery, and two troops of light horse, the rest, the larger part of the force, remaining at a distance quite out of sight. The object had been to make a bold attack, and if the rajah's people gave way, to advance and send for help from the hidden force. But, if they fought stubbornly, to retire, and keep on making so sturdy a defence as should lure the rajah's army on to a long pursuit, leading them right away from the town, which was then to be attacked by Colonel Vincent's force while the greater part of the rajah's men were away. This had all been carried out. The retreating party would be by this time retiring or holding its ground, and as soon as it was day, if the rajah's men had not heard of the defeat through the fugitives from the town, they would be attacked, and taken between two fires. "But ought you not to advance at once, father?" I said. "Your men are flushed with success, and you are sure of meeting the enemy as he comes back." He clapped me on the shoulder. "Good!" he said, looking at me proudly. "Quite right, if the men were fresh, but they are worn out with marching, fighting, and want of food. They must have a few hours' rest." "But if the rajah, with his fugitives, meets the returning force, and they come back and attack us?" "Let them," said my father drily. "I wish they would, and save us a long march to-morrow morning." "But," I said, hesitating, and afraid to hear the news, in case it should be very bad, "mother and sister Grace?" We had by this time entered the palace, and naturally I had led my father to the room I had occupied. He looked very hard and stern as he drew a long deep breath. "They are in God's hands," he said. "Not dead, father?" I cried wildly. "Heaven forbid, boy!" he said excitedly. "I was summoned away with all who could be spared, to form a junction with the --nth and Brace's troop. My orders were to take command, break up any bands which were collecting, and to keep an eye on Ny Deen, who has been a perfect firebrand through the country. I left as strong a garrison as I could at Nussoor, the place fairly provisioned and armed, and all the women and children are shut up in the Residency. But since I have been away with my little force I have had no communication with the place. We have been completely cut off, and it has been impossible to send or bring news." "Then you know nothing of Nussoor?" "Nothing." "But have you sent messengers?" "At least a dozen, Gil, my boy." "How far is it?"