The Disputed V.C.: A Tale of the Indian MutinyGibbon, Frederick P.
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The Disputed V.C.: A Tale of the Indian Mutiny
Gibbon, Frederick P.
India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Juvenile fiction
"No, Russell, you sha'n't!" cried Tynan, whose nerve had completely
broken down. "I surrender,--Pir Baksh, I surrender!" He tried to snatch
the light from his comrade's hand. Ted covered him with his pistol, and,
pointing across the passage, said simply:
"Run for your life!"
Hot all over, his fingers tingling and his head ringing--partly dread of
the horror and partly a glorious exultation--the boy dropped the lighted
candle on the thin trail of powder, and darted from the room as a horde
of sepoys rushed in.
CHAPTER IX
Defence of the Commissioner's House
When Major Munro's eighty officers and men arrived inside the house of
refuge, they found that the few civilians, ladies, and children of
Aurungpore had all escaped thereto, having been warned in time. At the
first sign of outbreak they had found access to the fort impossible, and
had taken refuge in the Commissioner's house, the largest and strongest
in the town, situated within easy reach of all the European bungalows,
and close to the fort itself. They were in sore plight when the soldiers
forced their way in--another half-hour would have been too late.
From roof, loophole, and sheltered parapet blazed the muskets of the
Rajputs, lending their aid to the rifles of the English gentlemen, and
the mob drew back, raging furiously, but afraid to strike at close
quarters. The sad story was told; dry-eyed but heavy-hearted the
residents heard of the murder of their friends. The wounded men were
speedily given every possible assistance, and the ladies left nothing
undone to alleviate their pain. To tend the sufferers was their first
care, but the great-hearted Englishwomen insisted on taking their share
in the defence, refusing to leave the posts of danger for the
comparative safety of the inner rooms whilst there were rifles and
muskets to load and hand to the marksmen.
Greatly to his dismay Munro found it quite impossible to send aid to the
little garrison of the fort, the route being blocked by hundreds of
fanatical savages. If he should despatch even half his command to break
their way through they would be destroyed, and the remaining half would
fall an easy prey to the triumphant rebels.
The continued fusillade from the direction of the fort told him that the
handful of defenders he had left behind was being hotly assailed, and he
sadly feared that he had left them there to die. Bitterly the major
regretted his error. Such concentrated fury on the part of the
inhabitants had never been anticipated; he had felt sure of clearing the
street and bringing the party safely back, and he had made a mistake.
Colonel Woodburn's wound, though serious, was not dangerous, and before
long Ethel was able to leave him for a short time. Whilst the soldiers
were breaking their way through the crowd, she had seen her father
carried in their midst, and had eyes for none but him. Now she looked
around for Ted and could not see him.
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