India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
“It did not sound like it,” Isobel said. “I don’t think you can
understand it, Captain Forster; it must be terrible to be like that.”
“I quite agree with you there. I know I should drown myself or put a
bullet through my head if I could not show ordinary courage with a lot
of ladies going on working quietly round me.”
“You must remember that Mr. Bathurst showed plenty of courage in going
out among the mutineers last night.”
“Yes, he did that very well; but you see, he talks the language so
thoroughly that, as he said himself, there was very little risk in it.”
“I don’t like you to talk so, Captain Forster,” Isobel said quietly. “I
do not see much of Mr. Bathurst. I have not spoken to him half a dozen
times in the last month; but both my uncle and Dr. Wade have a high
opinion of him, and do not consider that he should be personally blamed
for being nervous under fire. I feel very sorry for him, and would much
rather that you did not make remarks like that about him. We have all
our weak points, and, no doubt, many of them are a good deal worse than
a mere want of nerve.”
“Your commands shall be obeyed, Miss Hannay. I did not know that
Bathurst was a protege of the Major’s as well as of the estimable
Doctor, or I would have said nothing against him.”
“I don’t think Mr. Bathurst is the sort of man to be anyone’s protege,
Captain Forster,” Isobel said coldly. “However, I think we had better
change the subject.”
This Captain Forster did easily and adroitly. He had no special feeling
against Bathurst save a contempt for his weakness; and as he had met him
but once or twice at the Major’s since he came to the station, he had
not thought of him in the light of a rival.
Just as dinner was over Richards and one of the civilians came down from
the terrace.
“I think that there is something up, Major. I can hear noises somewhere
near where Mr. Hunter’s bungalow was.”
“What sort of noises, Richards?”
“There is a sort of murmur, as if there were a good many men there.”
“Well, gentlemen, we had better go to our posts,” the Major said.
“Doolan, please place your watch on the platforms by the wall. I will
take my party up onto the terrace. Doctor, will you bring up some of
those rockets you made the other day? We must try and find out what they
are doing.”
As soon as he gained the terrace with his party, the Major requested
everyone to remain perfectly still, and going forward to the parapet
listened intently. In three or four minutes he returned to the others.
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