British -- India -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Fortunately for the dwellers in the inner court, they did not in the
least realise the full extent of the damage caused by the earthquake,
alarming though their own experiences had been. The whole south front
of the fort now lay open to the enemy, for both lines of defence had
disappeared simultaneously. Not only had the wall given way, tearing
down with it half of the south-western tower, which had been partially
undermined by the flood at the beginning of the siege, but in its fall
it had completely choked the canal as far as the south-eastern angle.
The other walls and towers, the bases of which were sound, had
resisted the shocks with wonderful tenacity, but the temporary
defences built up of stones and sand-bags, as also the shelters
erected as a protection against a cross-fire, were absolutely wrecked.
A portion of the materials used had fallen inside the fort, but the
greater part was scattered about on the cleared space round. This was
the situation at three o’clock in the morning.
“If only the enemy knew the state we are in!” said Colonel Graham,
when the extent of the disaster had been roughly estimated.
“I rather hope their own troubles are giving them enough to do, sir,”
said Beltring. “I am certain I heard an explosion in their lines just
before our wall fell, and there were screams enough for anything.”
“Let us hope they are too busy to attend to us, then. What is it,
Runcorn? I see you have something to propose.”
“May I suggest, sir, that we should set to work at once to clear out
the canal, even before repairing the walls? If the flow continues to
be stopped, we shall soon have a marsh all round us, and yet there
will be no way of getting water but by digging.”
The Colonel looked doubtful. “But surely it is impossible to move all
that mass of rubbish with the means we have?”
“Yes, sir; we can’t hope to restore the whole channel. But I think we
could clear a passage just wide enough to keep the water running, and
perhaps to check the enemy’s rush for a moment, and the current itself
will soon make it wider.”
“It’s worth thinking of. But while the canal is being cleared out we
must build a breastwork behind it, or there will be no cover against a
fire from the opposite bank; and we must restore our traverses and
sangars on the other walls and the towers. Every man in the fort must
set to work, for we can only count on two hours or so more of
darkness. See that the men are mustered by word of mouth, Woodworth.
We don’t want to force the fact of our wakefulness on the enemy.”
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