"Well, Ikey, mate," he says, "not dead yet, you see. If we get out of this, I mean to have my promotion; but I don't see how we're going to manage it. What bothers me most is, letting these black devils get all this powder and stuff we have here. Blow my rags if we shall ever use it all! I've been firing away till my old Bess has been so hot that I've been afraid to charge her; and I'll swear I've used twice as many cartridges as any other man. But I say, Ikey, old man, do you think it's wrong to pot these niggers?" "No," I said; "not in a case like this." "Glad of it," he says earnestly; "because, do you know, old man, I've polished off such a thundering lot, that I've got to be quite nervous about getting killed myself. Only think, having forty or fifty black-looking beggars rising up against you in kingdom come, and pointing at you and saying: `That's the chap as shot me!'" "I don't think any soldier, acting under orders, who does his duty in defence of women and children, need fear to lie down and die," I said. I never saw Measles look soft but that once, as, laying down his ramrod, he took my hand in his, and looked in my face for a bit; then he shook my hand softly, and nodded his head several times. "How's Harry Lant?" he says at last. "Very bad," I said. "Poor old chap. But tell him I've paid some of the beggars out for it. Mind you tell him; it'll make him feel comfortable like, and ease his mind." I nodded, and then told him about the plan. "Well," he said, as he slowly and thoughtfully polished his gun-barrel, "it might do, and it mightn't. Seems a rum dodge; but, anyhow, we might try." "I shall want you to help make the bridge," I says. "All right, matey; but I don't, somehow, like leaving the beggars all that ammunition." And then he loaded his rifle very thoughtfully, but only to rouse up directly after, for the mutineers began firing again; and Captain Dyer giving the order, our men replied swift and fast at every black face that showed itself for an instant. That was a day: hot, so that everything you went near seemed burning. The walls even sent forth a heat of their own; and if it hadn't been for the chatties down below, we should have had to give up, for the tank was now completely dried, and the flies buzzing about its mud-caked bottom. But the women went round from man to man with water and biscuit, so that no one left his post; and every time the black scoundrels tried to make a lodgment near the gate, half were shot down, and the rest glad enough to get back into shelter. Towards that weary slow-coming evening, though, after we had beaten them back--or, rather, after my brave comrades had beaten them back half a score of times--I saw that something was up; and as soon as I saw what that something was, I knew that it was all over, for our men were too much cut up and disheartened for any more gallant sorties.