India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
The light of the rocket showed that there were now no natives at the
spot where they had been seen at work.
“I thought it would be too hot for them, Major, at such close quarters
as these. We must have played the mischief with them.”
“All the better, Doctor; we will send a few shots there occasionally to
show them we have not forgotten them. But the principal thing will be
to keep our ears open to see that they don’t bring up ladders and try a
rush.”
“I think there is no fear of that tonight, Major. They would not have
set to work at the battery if they had any idea of trying to scale the
wall with ladders. That will come later on; but I don’t think you will
be troubled any more tonight, except by these fellows firing away from
the bushes, and I should think they would get tired of wasting their
ammunition soon. It is fortunate we brought all the spare ammunition in
here.”
“Yes, they only had ten rounds of ball cartridge, and that must be
nearly used up by this time. They will have to make up their cartridges
in future, and cast their bullets, unless they can get a supply from
some of the other mutineers.”
“Well, you will send for us in four hours, Major?”
“You need not be afraid of my forgetting.”
Dawn was just breaking when the relief were called up; the firing had
died away, and all was quiet.
“You will take command here, Rintoul,” the Major said. “I should keep
Farquharson up here, if I were you, and leave the Doctor and Bathurst to
look after things in general. I think, Doctor, it would be as well if we
appointed Bathurst in charge of the general arrangements of the house.
We have a good amount of stores, but the servants will waste them if
they are not looked after. I should put them on rations, Bathurst; and
there might be regular rations of things served out for us too; then
it would fall in your province to see that the syces water and feed the
horses. You will examine the well regularly, and note whether there is
any change in the look of the water. I think you will find plenty to
do.”
“Thank you, Major,” Bathurst said. “I appreciate your kindness, and
for the present, at any rate, will gladly undertake the work of looking
after the stores and servants; but there is one thing I have been
thinking of, and which I should like to speak to you about at once, if
you could spare a minute or two before you turn in.”
“What is that, Bathurst?”
“I think that we are agreed, Major, that though we may hold this place
for a time, sooner or later we must either surrender or the place be
carried by storm.”
Major Hannay nodded.
“That is what it must come to, Bathurst. If they will at last grant
us terms, well and good; if not, we must either try to escape or die
fighting.”
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