As for Lieutenant Leigh, he looked cold and stern; but there was no
flinching with him now: he was in command, and he showed it; and though
I never liked the man, I must say that he showed himself a brave and
clever officer; and but for his skilful arrangement of the few men under
his charge, that place would have fallen half-a-dozen times over.
We had taken no prisoners, so that there was no chance of talking of
exchange; though I believe to a man all thought that the captain and
files missing from our company were dead.
The women now lent us their help, bringing down spare muskets and
cartridges, loading too for us; so that when the mutineers made an
attack, we were able to keep up a much sharper fire than we should have
done under other circumstances.
It was about the middle of the afternoon when, hot and exhausted, we
were firing away; for the bullets were coming thick and fast through the
gateway, flying across the yard, and making a passage in that direction
nearly certain death, when I felt a strange choking feeling, for Measles
says to me all at once,--
"Look there, Ike."
I looked, and I could hardly believe it, and rubbed my eyes; for just in
the thickest of the firing there was the sound of merry laughter, and
those two children of the colonel's came toddling out, right across the
line of fire, turned back to look up at some one calling to them from
the window, and then stood still laughing and clapping their hands.
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 happened that we were none of us hit is 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 God 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 were just 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, by Jove!" 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?"
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