Our ensign had quite made up his mind what to do. If his death would make more secure the position of his comrades in the town he was prepared to die. There was satisfaction in the reflection that Ethel Woodburn would know that he had been staunch to the last. Poor Tynan had no friends among the officers of his corps, and consequently there was nothing to uplift his soul above the fear of death, and he had clutched eagerly at the straw of hope held out by Pir Baksh. "Well, they'll get it all the same after they've done for us," he bitterly replied. "May as well live to fight another day. I was a fool ever to come to this accursed land. What right had Munro to leave us here?" Before Ted could reply the white flag was thrust round the corner and the subadar returned. "We agree to what you ask," said he. "We will permit you to rejoin your friends in safety." "I tell you I shall not agree to surrender," the junior ensign angrily declared. "You fool! What's the good of holding out any longer? Well, I shall surrender, and I'm chief here." "You're not! You're under Munro's orders, and those were to hold the fort until he sends help. If you attempt to surrender you're a traitor." Ted turned to Ambar Singh and the sepoys. "Do not listen to the dogs," said he. "Let us fight to the end, as your forefathers did against the Moguls. They are not to be trusted; they will assuredly slay us if we yield." The sepoys stoutly assented. They had little faith in the Mohammedans, who were seeking their lives,--the men who had murdered Markham Sahib. "You are right, sahib," said the havildar, "and we will fight by your side. That low-caste hound," pointing to Pir Baksh, "is afraid of us, and wishes to disarm us with soft words, but we know him." Tynan saw his authority taken from him, the sepoys understanding and looking to Ted as their leader. "How dare you?" he hotly demanded. "Oh, go away! You've nothing to do with this business." Ted sneered, not too generously, for Tynan had disgusted him. With the same breath he ordered Pir Baksh to clear away, and the firing recommenced. The time had come for him to act upon the resolve he had made, a resolve to sacrifice himself and his already-doomed handful, rather than allow the capture of the stores to endanger the safety of his countrymen. The idea of blowing up the magazine had come upon him suddenly as he remembered the news that had arrived yesterday from Delhi,--how Lieutenant Willoughby and his nine heroes had blown up the immense arsenal there and destroyed hundreds of rebels.