The Disputed V.C.: A Tale of the Indian MutinyGibbon, Frederick P.
History
The Disputed V.C.: A Tale of the Indian Mutiny
Gibbon, Frederick P.
India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Juvenile fiction
A view-halloo from the distance, faint yet savagely exultant, told that
the pursuers were within sight of the slowly-trudging bullock-carts. A
moment or two of suspense, then a shot rang out. A second report, and
two horsemen flashed round the bend and galloped past the watching
officers. Ted and Govind Singh were less than a hundred yards from the
road; the rest of the troop, dispersed over a large area, were rather
farther back on either side, hidden in groups behind clumps of trees and
patches of bush.
"There's the cart," whispered Ted, as the zamindar and his son dashed
past them.
With a twist of the bullocks' tails to urge them forward, Yusuf Khan's
two servants left their charges and scuttled into the woods. The stolid
bullocks, unmoved as ever, went forward snail-like, and the foremost
pursuers ranged alongside.
Lieutenant Russell trembled with excitement. The Dogras were at the
mercy of the blackguards, should they have courage enough to take
revenge for the trick played upon them, rather than seek first to make
good their escape.
The first four or five leapt from their horses, jabbering something that
the watchers could not make out. Their actions, however, were easy to
understand. They tore aside the curtains, laughing noisily; a silver
streak flashed forth from each window, and a couple of the scoundrels
staggered aside and rolled over heavily. Their comrades jumped back as
though stung, and the expression of blended terror and amazement
depicted on their faces caused Govind Singh to give utterance to a low
pleased chuckle. Said he:
"It is the story of the hunter who chased the sambhur deer, and when he
was close upon her, and sure of his prey, she vanished amid the bushes,
and lo! he was face to face with a tiger.---- Ha!---- badly aimed! They
have shot but two of the curs."
As their assailants recoiled the Dogras had fired. Some of the
budmashes, their courage quickly cooled by unexpected resistance, seemed
anxious to leave the scene without striking a blow, but the handful of
revolted sepoys who were with them were less cowardly, and they who had
muskets were already loading their weapons. Meanwhile Hira Singh and a
dozen troopers were rapidly skirting round to the rear, and Ted knew
that the time had come. He gave a clear whistle, and the rebels turned
abruptly round.
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