"Colonel Hughes, let your bugles sound the recall, and fall into line at once," cried General Mansfield, as he rode up in obedience to the order. The men of different regiments were now fairly mixed, and a motley corps was hastily got together. There were the uniforms of the 23rd, 64th, the 90th Regiments, with the 150th, and some dismounted troopers of the 9th Lancers. "You will take the command, Colonel Hughes," said General Mansfield, as they moved hastily forward against the enemy's left, "one volley only, and then the bayonet. Steady men, you will have enough to do soon." The enemy's fire now reached them, and man after man dropped as the line moved forward. A withering volley was poured in, and then came the irresistible charge of the British soldier, and the next moment the 150th were among the tents, and the whole Gwalior Contingent in full flight. Gun after gun was spiked; the English Artillery playing upon the masses of retreating and disorganised mutineers. Grape and canister being poured into their broken masses at two hundred paces distant, while the Lancers and Dragoons rode them down, sabring right and left. Sir Colin himself led the pursuit, and for fourteen miles along the banks of the river the carnage continued, until tired out and unable to do more, the bugles and trumpets sounded a halt, and men and horses bivouacked on the ground, not an enemy in sight. The whole of the rebel stores, ammunition, and a great part of the guns were taken, but the loss on the side of the English was heavy. The 150th counted over one hundred men in killed and wounded, and the 93rd Highlanders alone had ninety-three killed and one hundred and eight wounded. "It was a splendid sight, Curtis," said Hughes, as he sat on a spiked gun, while a hospital dresser who had happened to be passing was looking to a bullet wound in his right leg. "It was indeed a splendid sight when the cavalry debouched from yonder grove, and with Sir Colin at their head, dashed into the retreating pandies. I shall never forget the day." "Where's Harris? I have not seen him for the last two hours." "Poor fellow, he is lying among the tents at Subadar's Tank, shot through the heart. He fell close to me at our first charge." The two were silent, for the mad excitement of the fray was passing away, and the cost had now to be counted. They were seated at the junction of the Calpee and Cawnpore roads, masses of men of different regiments, and peletons of cavalry and artillery were moving across the plain in every direction, the animals fagged and weary, the men exultant, and bandying rough jokes. Their horses covered with sweat and dust, their arms and accoutrements jingling as they rode, a group of officers came along. It was Sir Colin, General Mansfield, and Brigadier Greathead, with their staffs. Reining in his horse, Sir Colin spoke. "Colonel Hughes, you will parade the 150th to-morrow afternoon. I have a word to say to them."