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So, though the Guides were not yet in sight, and his force utterly
inadequate to the task before it, he pressed on upon the heels of the
fugitives which were blinding the enemy's front, in order to give
Dore's men on the south of the road an opening to descend from the
ridge and crumple the broken flank back upon the centre. So soon as he
saw that the Sikhs were in motion he pushed the Dogras forward in the
centre to maintain touch with them, and cover the egress of his
transport from the defile, taking the Bakót men along himself to
prevent an enveloping movement on the other flank. This, the extreme
right, was the weak point in his advance, since he had not sufficient
men for an extension to gain the support of the hill-side, and the
enemy's line was long enough to overlap him, and, by passing round his
right, to force him off the road and close the entrance to the defile
behind him while the Guides were still within it. This was the
critical hour of the day, for Mir Khan, who had hurried back from the
Gul to direct the attack, at once realized his advantage, and leaving
his right to take care of itself, swung all his horsemen round to the
other wing, and sent them dismounted clambering over the further slopes
of the valley, while he himself advanced against Terrington in front.
Sending word to the half of Dore's force, which still lined the ridge
on the north of the gap, to get still higher up the hill and threaten
in turn to outflank the enemy's flankers, Terrington set himself to
hold the half-trained Bakót levies in a position which would have tried
the morale of the best disciplined troops.
In this, without the special help of Heaven, he certainly would not
have succeeded, since in order to keep his men together he had to
expose himself in a fashion that should have brought death to him
twenty times in the day.
Rose Chantry who, with the rest of the transport, had been hurried
through the gap and left to find what cover they could in the open
ground beyond it, watched him through her glasses, standing erect
amongst the men who were crawling and slithering at his feet, with a
growing wonderment of appreciation for the manner of man he was. She
saw him pounce upon one skulker who was trying to slink away, lift him
like a dog by the neck to his full length, march him forward in the
face of the bullets, and fling him down again in the firing line.
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