You see in those fierce struggles there is such excitement, that, for my part, I've but a very misty recollection of what took place; but I do recollect seeing the prisoners well on the way back, hearing a cheer from our men, and then, hammer in one hand, bayonet in the other, fighting my way backward along with my comrades. Then all at once a glittering flash came in the air, and I felt a dull cut on the face, followed directly after by another strange numbing blow, which made me drop my bayonet, as my arm fell uselessly to my side; and then with a lurch and a stagger I fell, and was trampled upon twice, when, as I rallied once, a black savage-looking sepoy raised his clubbed musket to knock out my brains; but a voice I well knew cried, "Not this time, my fine fellow. That's number three, that is, and well home;" and I saw Measles drive his bayonet with a crash through the fellow's breast-bone, so that he fell across my legs. "Now, old chap, come along," he shouts, and an arm was passed under me. "Run, Measles, run!" I said as well as I could. "It's all over with me." "No, 'taint," he said; "and don't be a fool. Let me do as I like, for once in a way." I don't know how he did it, nor how, feeling sick and faint as I did, I managed to get on my legs; but old Measles stuck to me like a true comrade, and brought me in. For one moment I was struggling to my feet; and the next, after what seemed a deal of firing going over my head, I was inside the breastwork, listening to our men cheering and firing away, as the mutineers came howling and raging up almost to the very gates. "All in?" I heard Lieutenant Leigh ask. "To a man, sir," says some one; "but private Bantem is hurt." "Hold your tongue, will you!" says Joe Bantem. "I ain't killed, nor yet half. How would you like your wife frightened if you had one?" "How's private Lant?" "Cut to pieces, sir," says some one softly. "I'm thankful that you are not wounded, Captain, Dyer," then says Lieutenant Leigh. "God bless you, Leigh!" says the captain faintly. "It was a brave act. I've only a scratch or two when I can get over the numbness of my limbs." I heard all this in a dim sort of fashion, just as if it was a dream in the early morning; for I was leaning up against the wall, with my face laid open and bleeding, and my left arm smashed by a bullet; and nobody just then took any notice of me, because they were carrying in Captain Dyer and Harry Lant; while the next minute the fire was going on hard and fast; for the mutineers were furious; and I suppose they danced round the guns in a way that showed how mad they were about the spiking.