India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
“There is a considerable body of men at work there,” he said. “I can
hear muffled sounds like digging, and once or twice a sharp click, as
if a spade struck a stone. I am very much afraid they are throwing up a
battery there. I was in hopes they would have begun in the open, because
we could have commanded the approaches; but if they begin among the
trees, they can come in and out without our seeing them, and bring up
their guns by the road without our being able to interfere with them.
Mr. Bathurst, will you take down word to Captain Doolan to put his men
on the platforms on that side. Tell him that I am going to throw up a
rocket, as I believe they are erecting a battery near Hunter’s bungalow,
and that his men are to be ready to give them a volley if they can
make them out. Tell them not to expose themselves too much; for if they
really are at work there no doubt they have numbers of men posted in the
shrubs all about to keep down our fire. Now, gentlemen, we will all lie
down by the parapet. Take those spare rifles, and fire as quickly as you
can while the light of the rocket lasts. Now, Mr. Wilson, we will get
you to send them up. The rest of you had better get in the corner and
stoop down behind the sandbags; you can lay your rifles on them, so as
to be able to fire as soon as you have lit the second rocket.”
The Doctor soon came up with the rockets; he had made three dozen the
week before, and a number of blue lights, for the special purpose of
detecting any movement that the enemy might make at night.
“I will fire them myself,” he said, as Wilson offered to take them. “I
have had charge of the fireworks in a score of fetes and that sort of
thing, and am a pretty good hand at it. There, we will lean them against
the sandbags. That is about it. Now, are you all ready, Major?”
“All ready!” replied the Major.
The Doctor placed the end of his lighted cheroot against the touch
paper, there was a momentary pause, then a rushing sound, and the rocket
soared high in the air, and then burst, throwing out four or five white
fireballs, which lit up clearly the spot they were watching.
“There they are!” the Major exclaimed; “just to the right of the
bungalow; there are scores of them.”
The rifles, both from the terrace and the platforms below, cracked out
in rapid succession, and another rocket flew up into the air and burst.
Before its light had faded out, each of the defenders had fired his four
shots. Shouts and cries from the direction in which they fired showed
that many of the bullets had told, whilst almost immediately a sharp
fire broke out from the bushes round them.
“Don’t mind the fellows in the shrubs,” the Major said, “but keep up
your fire on the battery. We know its exact position now, though we
cannot actually make them out.”
“Let them wait while I go down and get a bit of phosphorus,” the Doctor
said. “I have some in the surgery. They will only throw away their fire
in the dark without it.”
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