“It was evident to me that the fellow, in his fear, spoke the truth.
Now, the question was, how to get down from the wall into the courtyard
and across that to the archway at the southern side? Cautioning the
sentinel again, that if he made the slightest attempt to escape or give
the alarm, instant death would be meted to him, I told him to guide us
to the archway, which he did, down the stone steps that led from the
northern wall into the courtyard. They seemed to keep loose watch
inside, the only sentinels in the place being those on the upper walls.
But the man we had captured not appearing at his corner in time, his
comrade on the western side became alarmed, spoke to him, and obtaining
no answer, shouted for him, then discharged his gun. Instantly the
place was in an uproar. Lights flashed, and from different guard-rooms
soldiers poured out. I saw across the courtyard the archway the sentinel
had spoken of, and calling my men made a dash for it. The besieged
garrison, not expecting an enemy within, had been rushing up the stone
steps at each side to the outer wall to man the cannon they had so
recently quitted, and it was some minutes before a knowledge of the real
state of things came to them. These few minutes were all we needed, but
I saw there was no chance for a slow match, while if we fired the mine
we probably would die under the tottering tower.
“By the time we reached the archway and discovered the powder barrels,
the besieged, finding everything silent outside, came to a realisation
of the true condition of affairs. We faced them with bayonets fixed,
while Sept, the man who had captured the sentinel, took the hatchet he
had brought with him at his girdle, flung over one of the barrels on its
side, knocked in the head of it, allowing the dull black powder to pour
on the cobblestones. Then filling his hat with the explosive, he came
out towards us, leaving a thick trail behind him. By this time we were
sorely beset, and one of our men had gone down under the fire of the
enemy, who shot wildly, being baffled by the darkness, otherwise all of
us had been slaughtered. I seized a musket from a comrade and shouted to
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