Told in the East Part 24
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"'Of course not! Why?' says the man! h.e.l.l and hot porridge! Why, the whole of India's ablaze from end to end-the sepoys have mutinied to a man, and the rest have joined them! There's b.l.o.o.d.y murder doing-they've shot their officers-Hammond's dead and Carstairs and Welfleet and heaven knows who else. They've burned their barracks and the stores and they're trying to seize the magazine. If they get that, G.o.d help every one. They're short of ammunition as it is, but two companies of the Thirty-third can't hold out for long against that horde. You'll be in the nick of time! Hurry, man! For the love of anything you like to name, get a move on!"
IV.
"Trot, march!
"Canter!"
Bellairs was thinking of his wife, alone in Hanadra, unprotected except by a sixty-year-old Risaldar and a half-brother who was a civilian and an unknown quant.i.ty. There were cold chills running down his spine and a sickening sensation in his stomach. He rode ahead of the guns, with O'Rourke keeping pace beside him. He felt that he hated O'Rourke, hated everything, hated the Service, and the country-and the guns, that could put him into such a fiendish predicament.
O'Rourke broke silence first.
"Who is with your wife?" he demanded suddenly.
"Heaven knows! I left her under the protection of Risaldar Mahommed Khan, but he was to ride off for an escort for her."
"Not your father's old Risaldar?" asked O'Rourke.
"The same."
"Then thank G.o.d! I'd sooner trust him than I would a regiment. He'll bring her in alive or slit the throats of half Asia-maybe 'he'll do both! Come, that's off our minds! She's safer with him than she would be here. Have you lots of ammunition?"
"I brought all I had with me at Hanadra."
"Good! What you'll need tonight is grape!"
"I've lots of it. It's nearly all grape."
"Hurrah! Then we'll treat those dirty mutineers to a dose or two of pills they won't fancy! Come on, man-set the pace a little faster!"
"Why didn't my orders say anything about a mutiny or bringing in my wife?"
"Dunno! I didn't write 'em. I can guess, though. There'd be something like nine reasons. For one thing, they'd credit you with sense enough to bring her in without being told. For another, the messenger who took the note might have got captured on the way-they wouldn't want to tell the sepoys more than they could help. Then there'd be something like a hurry. They're attacked there too-can't even send us a.s.sistance. Told us to waylay you and make use of you. Maybe they forgot your wife-maybe they didn't. It's a devil of a business anyhow!"
It was difficult to talk at the speed that they were making, with their own horses breathing heavily, O'Rourke's especially; the guns thundering along behind them and the advance-guard clattering in front, and their attention distracted every other minute by the noise of volleys on ahead and the occasional staccato rattle of independent firing. The whole sky was now alight with the reflection of the burning barracks and they could see the ragged outlines of the cracking walls silhouetted against the blazing red within. One mile or less from the burning buildings they could see, too, the occasional flash of rifles where the two companies of the Thirty-third, Honorable East India Company's Light Infantry, held out against the mutineers.
"Why did they mutiny?" asked Bellairs.
"G.o.d knows! n.o.body knows! n.o.body knows anything! I'm thinking-"
"Thinking what?"
"Forrester-Carter is commanding. We'll settle this business pretty quickly, now you've come. Then-Steady, boy! Steady! Hold up! This poor horse of mine is just about foundered, by the feel of him. He'll reach Doonha, though. Then we'll ask Carter to make a dash on Hanadra and bring Mrs. Bellairs-maybe we'll meet her and the Risaldar half-way-who knows? The sepoys wouldn't expect that, either. The move'd puzzle 'em-it'd be a good move, to my way of thinking."
"Let's hope Carter will consent!" prayed Bellairs fervently. "Now, what's the lay of things?"
"Couldn't tell you! When I left, our men were surrounded. I had to burst through the enemy to get away. Ours are all around the magazine and the sepoys are on every side of them. You'll have to use diagonal fire unless you want to hurt some of our chaps-sweep 'em cornerwise. There's high ground over to the right there, within four hundred yards of the position. Maybe they're holding it, though-there's no knowing!"
They could hear the roar of the flames now, and could see the figures of sepoys running here and there. The rattle of musketry was incessant. They could hear howls and yells and bugle-calls blown at random by the sepoys, and once, in answer as it seemed to a more than usually savage chorus from the enemy-a chorus that was punctuated by a raging din of intermittent rifle-fire-a ringing cheer.
"They must be in a tight hole!" muttered Bellairs. "Answer that, men! All together, now! Let 'em know we're coming."
The men rose in their stirrups all together, and sent roaring through the blackness the deep-throated "Hip-hip-hur-r-a-a-a-a-a!" that has gladdened more than one beleaguered British force in the course of history. It is quite different from the "Hur-o-a-o-a-u-r-rh" of a forlorn hope, or the high-pitched note of pleasure that signals the end of a review. It means "Hold on, till we get there, boys!" and it carries its meaning, clear and crisp and unmistakable, in its note.
The two beleaguered companies heard it and answered promptly with another cheer.
"By gad, they must be in a hole!" remarked Bellairs.
British soldiers do not cheer like that, all together, unless there is very good reason to feel cheerless. They fight, each man according to his temperament, swearing or laughing, sobbing or singing comic songs, until the case looks grim. Then, though, the same thrill runs through the whole of them, the same fire blazes in their eyes, and the last ditch that they line has been known to be a grave for the enemy.
"Trumpeter! Sound close-order!"
The trumpet rang. The advance-guard drew rein for the section to catch up. The guns drew abreast of one another and the mounted gunners formed in a line, two deep, in front of them. The ammunition-wagon trailed like a tail behind.
"That high ground over there, I think!" suggested O'Rourke.
"Thank you, sir. Section, right! Trot, march! Canter!"
Crash went the guns and the following wagon across the roadside ditch. The tired horses came up to the collar as service-horses always will, generous to the last ounce of strength they have in them.
"Gallop!"
The limbers b.u.mped and jolted and the short-handled whips cracked like the sound of pistol-practise. Blind, unreconnoitered, grim-like a black thunderbolt loosed into the blackness-the two guns shot along a hollow, thundered up a ridge and burst into the fire-light up above the mutineers, in the last place where any one expected them. A howl came from the road that they had left, a hundred sepoys had rushed down to block their pa.s.sage the moment that their cheer had rung above the noise of battle.
"Action-front!" roared young Bellairs, and the muzzles swung round at the gallop, jerked into position by the wheeling teams.
"With case, at four hundred!"
The orders were given and obeyed almost before the guns had lost their motion. The charges had been rammed into the greedy muzzles before the horses were away, almost-and that takes but a second-the horses vanish like blown smoke when the game begins. A howl from the mutineers told that they were seen; a volley from the British infantry announced that they were yet in time; and "boom-boom!" went both guns together.
The grapeshot whined and shrieked, and the ranks of the sepoys wilted, mown down as though a scythe had swept them. Once, and once only, they gathered for a charge on the two guns; but they were met half-way up the rise by a shrieking blast of grape that ripped through them and took the heart out of them; and the grape was followed by well-aimed volleys from behind. Then they drew off to sulk and make fresh plans at a distance, and Bellairs took his section unmolested into the Thirty-third-lined rampart round the magazine.
"What kept you, sir?" demanded Colonel Forrester-Carter, nodding to him in answer to his salute and holding out his right arm while a sergeant bandaged it.
"My wife, sir-I-"
"Where is she? Didn't you bring her?"
"No, sir-I-"
"Where is she?"
"Still at Hanadra, sir-I-"
"Let the men fall in! Call the roll at once!"
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