"Bad news from Cawnpore!" he shouted. "Wyndham's hard pressed; all his outposts driven in, and hardly able to hold his entrenchments!" "Steady, men, steady!" called Hughes, as a thrill of excitement ran through the corps. "Orders for the 150th to press to the front!" shouted another orderly officer, as he galloped past. "One Hundred and Fiftieth, attention! Shoulder arms! Slope arms! By your right! Quick, march! Steady, men! Officers commanding companies, look to your distance!" were the words of command, as the whole force moved on leaving Onao after a couple of hours' halt, and still following the Cawnpore road. Sir Hope Grant now rode with the advance, and the cavalry videttes on the flanks had an idle time of it, for not the trace of an enemy was to be seen, while every hour caused the heavy cannonade in front to be heard louder and louder. The morning of the 28th dawned, and Sir Colin Campbell's force encamped on the banks of the Ganges, with the city of Cawnpore in its front. A bridge of boats had been thrown across the river, as it afterwards appeared, and this bridge had, by some unaccountable oversight, been overlooked by the mutineers. "Where are Major Hughes's quarters?" asked a mounted dragoon of Hodgson's Horse, before daylight, on the morning of the 29th, making the inquiry of an out-picket of the corps. "Yonder," replies the man, pointing to a tent, whose single pole was surmounted with a small fluttering flag. The man rode on. Before the tent door lay several servants fast asleep. The one nearest the trooper, as he checked his horse near the tent pegs, was lying on his face. The dragoon, leaning from his saddle, pricked the sleeper gently in the bareback with the point of his sword, intending to rouse him; but, thus rudely woke from deep sleep, the man thought at once that a snake had bitten him, commencing a series of howlings, which at once effectually roused the occupants of the tent. "What on earth is the matter?" asked Hughes and the adjutant of the regiment, who had both thrown themselves down on the ground to sleep, dressed as they were. "Just stop that fellow's bellowing, Reynolds, will you?" said Hughes, as he advanced to the mounted orderly, who, saluting, handed him a written note. "Brigadier Hope's Brigade will hold itself in readiness to carry the bridge at eight o'clock a.m., on the morning of the 29th." Here followed details as to the formation of the various corps. "Let the orderly sergeants fall in, Reynolds," said Major Hughes, as he handed the trooper a receipt, and half an hour after, the 150th broke ground at the quick step, but in perfect silence, moving across the flat plain towards the Ganges, here spanned by a bridge of boats, the approach to which was covered by the guns of the Naval Brigade. "There's Remington's Horse Artillery," said Reynolds, pointing to a battery; "and there are the dragoons." "Commanding officers of regiments to the front!" was the order now given.