"Oh, splendid!... Well played, Guides, well played!" shouted Leigh; and the garrison screamed and danced in a delirium of enthusiasm as their senses came back to them, and they understood. "What is it? What does it mean?" demanded Ethel breathlessly and the sick from the hospital-room echoed the cry. "It's the Guides!" was shouted back. "The Guides have been shamming mutiny. They've got possession of the guns, and have turned them on the traitors!" Thrice did the mutineers attempt a rally, but the Sikhs--the staunchest of the rebels--had been almost blown away by the discharge of grape, and the poorbeahs dared not face that terrible fire--those spurts of flame that blazed forth, section by section, without hurry and without confusion, from the steady, levelled rifles. In the Commissioner's house the Pathan messenger howled and shrieked in his excitement, then, snatching up rifle and sword, he darted from the sheltering walls and cut his way through the terrified rebels to the side of his comrades. "Look!" cried Lieutenant Leigh. "Bahram Khan has given aver the command--to a private soldier, too!" He pointed towards a dark-visaged man, of middle height and sturdy build, in the uniform of a sepoy of the Guide Corps, who was now directing the sectional volley-firing. At the same moment the mutineers broke away in all directions--two thousand men cowed by six score! "Why, that's Jim!--that's my brother!" screamed our ensign joyfully. Ethel gave one look, recognized the long scar that showed on the stained face, and sank down, and to Ted's bewilderment burst into tears. "Well, that's a rummy go!" he murmured under his breath. "What on earth should she blub for now that she knows he's safe?" As the flying, panic-stricken mutineers approached the beleaguered house, they received a fresh and hardly less deadly fusillade from the jubilant garrison. They scattered in all directions, staggering in blind terror. Through the narrow streets ran and stumbled the defeated sepoys, and after them rushed fifty of the terrible men in drab, the active little Gurkhas being ever to the front. So thorough was the panic evoked by the surprise, that here and there a dozen or even a score of the rebels might be seen running with terrified eyes and panting breath from a single fierce Afridi or Yusufzai of the hills, or still fiercer Gurkha from the Himalayan snows; and Ted acknowledged his error of judgment as he saw one of these little Nepalese Highlanders charge single-handed a group of ten or a dozen Wahabi fanatics who were attempting a rally. Cutting down four in rapid succession with his kukri, heeding the long knives no more than cardboard, the fearless little fellow scattered the remainder like sheep, and chased them until their long legs carried them far out of his reach.