Half an hour later we were back in our little camp, where Haynes had sentries placed, and our evening meal ready. "Any luck?" he said, in a tired voice. "Yes," said Brace; "we have been watching a review of our troop. We have run the enemy to his lair." "And what next?" "Hah! we must settle that after a sleep," said Brace, and I stared at him in astonishment, he seemed so cheerful and calm. CHAPTER NINETEEN. I sat talking to Craig that evening as the poor fellow was indulged by the doctor with his pipe. "Are you in much pain?" I said. "Yes, sir; horrible--in my head." "I'll soak my handkerchief, and lay it across your forehead," I said, rising. "No, no, sir; that will do no good," he replied, laughing. "It's mental pain, because I'm so helpless. I want to be on my legs again, and then on a horse. It's horrible being carried about as I am, and in every one's way." "Be patient," I said. "You're a hale, hearty man, and will soon recover." "I should, sir, if I could be of any use," he said sadly. To divert his attention, poor fellow, I told him of the scene we had witnessed, and he listened to it all eagerly, sometimes giving vent to an angry ejaculation, sometimes laughing, and then looking at me apologetically. "I beg your pardon, sit," he said; "but I couldn't help laughing to hear of their blundering about like that." "But it's no joke, Craig." "No, sir; but it all goes to show that this business has been a long time hatching, and it means more trouble than you gentlemen think for, sir." "You think so--that the mutiny is widespread?" "I think, sir, and I've often thought so before, that if the native princes ever had a chance, they would make a fight for the country. I may be wrong, but I believe that they've been plotting all this for years, and now the fire has begun, it's running all through the country, and unless the English look sharp, the land of India is gone for ever." "And we are so helpless here," I said; "unable to do anything." "Don't you talk like that, sir; you and Mr Brace are doing your best. The captain is following the enemy up to get back the guns and horses, of course?" I nodded. "And the job is how to get them," he continued, thoughtfully. I nodded again. "I've got nothing to do but lie here and think. I'll see if I can't scheme a way. It can only be done by a trick." "I'm afraid not," I said. "Only to think of Ny Deen turning out to be a big rajah, sir. Well, he always seemed a curious sort of fellow to me. He's a clever one, that's certain and the captain has his work cut out to deal with a fox of that kind. He will not fight, and he will be off if you show yourselves. He'll wait till he has drilled his fellows into being smart with the guns and till then you'll get no fight out of him. Why, Mr Vincent, that man will do no end of mischief by-and-by with the guns. How would it be to--"