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Riders Falling Lifeless To The Ground. In another Instant The Branches
Parted, And Arthur Carlton, With His Six Companions, Cleared The Low
Brushwood, And Sword In Hand Dashed Into The Centre Of The Ruffianly
Group.
Although Taken Completely By Surprise--For They Had Not Calculated Upon
Being Interfered With, Especially At So Early A Period Of Their
Proceedings Or By So Formidable A Foe--The Mutineers Instantly Prepared
To Give Their Unexpected Assailants A Fierce And Bloody Reception. They
Fought Frantically With A Courage Born Of Desperation, Well Knowing That
To Cut Through Their Foes And Escape By Flight Was Their Only Chance;
For Should They Not Perish By The Sword In The Present Contest, A
Halter, Or To Be Blown To Fragments From The Cannon'S Mouth, Would Be
Their Doom If Made Prisoners, Consequently They Rained Down Their Blows
Frantically, And Made Several Desperate Attempts To Break Through Or
Divide The Small Party That Opposed Them. But The Cool And Determined
Courage And Thorough Discipline Of The Dragoons, And Their Friends Was
Too Much For Them, Fighting As They Did, For A Time, On The Defensive;
Warding Off The Cuts Of The Dusky Villains, And Giving Only A Few
Thrusts Here And There, When It Could Be Done With Fatal Effect. Many Of
Their Number Had Already Bit The Dust, And, As Yet, No Impression Had
Been Made On The Gallant Little Band, The Soaws Being Still Two To One.
Thus Carlton And His Party Were Still Fighting Under A Disadvantage As
Far As Numbers Were Concerned. Had The Combatants Been Less Pre-Occupied
With Their Deadly Strife, They Might Have Observed, At A Short Distance,
A Female Figure Cautiously Emerging From Between The Bushes And
Stealthily Creep Beneath The Vehicle, To The Wheels Of Which The
Collector Had Been Bound. This Was The Wife Of The Head Clerk, The
Pretty Three-Quarter Caste, Whose Presence Of Mind, Courage And
Forethought Had So Largely Contributed To Their Deliverance. Rapidly But
Surely, With The Hunting Knife Given Her By Captain Crosby, She Cut The
Cords That Bound Her Husband And His Companions, Who, When They Found
They Were Released, Rushed Forward And Possessed Themselves Of The
Weapons Of The Fallen Mutineers, And Immediately Commenced An Attack On
Their Flank And Rear, In Hopes Of Rendering Some Assistance To Their
Brave Defenders.
Moving Quickly, But In Such A Way As Not To Attract Notice, Mrs. De
Mello, Released The Collector'S Wife And The Other Ladies From Their
Unpleasant And Exposed Position, And One By One Removed Them For Safety
Within The Cover Of The Jungle In case Of Any Chance Shot Or Blow
Injuring Them. A Brief Time Served To Restore The Ladies To Something
Like Tranquility, And Enable Them To Arrange Their Attire To The Best
Advantage Under The Circumstances, And Evincing In The Highest Manner
Their Thanks And Gratitude To Her Who Had, With Such Peril To Herself,
Relieved Them From A Fate, To Them, Worse Than Death Itself.
The Unexpected Release Of The Prisoners, And The Attack Made On Their
Flank And Rear By Them, Totally Confounded The Mutineers, And Rendered
All Escape On Their Part Impossible Or Nearly So, While Arthur And His
Friends, Seeing The Addition To Their Number, And Being About Equally
Matched--Numerically Speaking--Changed Their Tactics From The Defensive
To The Offensive, And Attacked Their Opponents In Right Good Earnest,
And With Such Skill And Determination Did They Use Their Weapons That
They Very Shortly Brought The Contest To A Close. Eleven Of The
Mutinous Rascals Lay Stone Dead Upon The Blood-Stained Sod, And Five
Others So Fatally Wounded That It Would Be Impossible For Them To
Survive Another Hour, Three More Were Slightly Injured, But Sufficiently
So To Render Them For The Present _Hors De Combat_, While The One
Remaining Wretch Who Had Escaped Scathless Had Sullenly Thrown Down His
Arms And Stood Looking On In Moody Silence. Every One Of The Brave
Little Party That Had Come Thus Opportunely To The Rescue, Had Been More
Or Less Injured By The Tulwas And Pistol Shots Of The Black Sowas, But
In No Case Did Their Wounds Render Them Unfit For Active Service; Rest
For A Few Days, Together With Some Sticking Plaster, Was All That They
Needed To Enable Them To Take The Field Again. Of The Mutineers, The
Five Mortally Wounded Were Left To Keep Guard Over The Eleven Dead, The
Remaining Four Were Bound And Lashed To One Of The Garries Belonging To
The Collector. The Oaths And Imprecations Of These Wretched Beings At
The Failure Of Their Project And The Position They Now Found Themselves
In, Were Something Fearful To Listen To.
After A Brief Time, For Congratulations, Rest And Refreshments, Which
Refreshment Consisted Chiefly In brandy Punnee, Sherry And Biscuit, From
The Flasks And Wallets Of The Party, (No Bad Thing By The Way, Under The
Circumstance.) Matters Then Having Been Got _En Train_, The Whole Party
Proceeded Leisurely To The Camp Near Laurieghur, And Arrived Just As The
Sun Was Casting Her Golden Rays On The Slopes Of The Adjacent Hills,
Previous To Its Sinking For The Night Into The Purple Depths Of
Obscurity. Early The Following Morning, The Collector, With A Suitable
Escort, Proceeded On Their Way To Runjetpoora, The Place To Which They
Were Returning When They Were So Ruthlessly Set Upon By The Atrocious
Mutineers.
The Day Proceeding The One On Which Arthur Had Joined His Troop, The
Officer In command Of The Little Force Ordered A Court Martial To
Assemble For The Trial Of The Prisoners Concerned In The Late Murderous
Attack On The Collector And Party. The Finding Of The Court Was, That
The Prisoners Were Guilty Of All The Charges Brought Against Them, And
The Sentence Pronounced Was That Of Death, By Being Blown To Fragments
From The Cannon'S Mouth, The Sentence To Be Carried Into Effect The Day
Succeeding The Promulgation Of The Order For The Execution. Preparations
Were Then To Be Pushed Forward Vigorously For Carrying By Assault
Laurieghur, The Fortress Among The Hills. Already A Heavy Breaching
Battery Had Been Sent For To Runjetpoora, For On A Party Of Engineers
Advancing More Closely And With The Aid Of Their Field Glasses, It Was
Found To Be A More Formidable Place, And More Strongly Guarded Than Had
Been Anticipated By Those In command At Runjetpoora; Thus The Delay In
Commencing The Attack.
On The Evening Prior To The Execution Of The Wretched Criminals, As
Arthur Carlton Was Quietly Smoking A Cigar And Meditating On Edith, The
Approaching Siege, And Things In General, An Orderly Came To His Tent
And Announced To Him, That One Of The Prisoners Desired To Speak With
Him On A Subject That Admitted Of No Delay. Surprised At So Unlooked For
An Event, Arthur At First Felt Inclined To Refuse The Man'S Request, But
Presently, Curiosity Getting The Better Of The Dislike He Felt At Having
Any Communication With The Wretch, And Wondering What He Could Possibly
Have To Communicate, Sent Word That He Would Visit Him Soon After Sun
Set.
"What Is It You Have To Say To Me?" Enquired Arthur Carlton, An Hour
Later, As With Stern Composure And Folded Arms, He Looked Down Upon The
Wretched Culprit Who Lay Manacled On The Floor Of The Guard Tent, And
Who Proved To Be The Youth Before Alluded To, As The Son Of The Man
Called Shumsodeen.
The Captive, With Much Difficulty Raising Himself To A Sitting Posture,
Said, "You Are A Brave Man, And The Brave Among The Whites Are Always
Truthful They Tell Me. I Am Told That I Am To Be Blown From The Cannon'S
Mouth To-Morrow. Is This The Truth? Is There No Hope Of Pardon Or
Reprieve?"
"The Sentence Of The Court Has Been Read To You, And There Is No Hope Of
Remission. You Will Die At Sunrise To-Morrow Morning, And Have But A Few
Hours To Live. This You Might Have Ascertained From The Sergeant Of The
Guard Without Sending For Me," Said Arthur, Turning To Leave The Tent.
"Stay!" Resumed The Prisoner, Observing Carlton'S Intention, "I Have
That To Say Which Nearly Concerns Yourself And Companions. I Have
Learned That It Is The Intention Of Your Commander To Carry The Fort Of
Laurieghur By Assault; This Cannot Be Done Without Great Loss Of Life
Among You, For The Place Is Much Stronger And Better Provisioned And
Garrisoned Than He Has Any Idea Of. Listen To My Story, You Will Then
See That I Have It In My Power To Render Your General A Very Great
Service If Permitted To Do So."
"Speak On," Responded Arthur, Getting Somewhat Interested, And Seating
Himself On A Bag Of Tent Pegs, The The Only Apology For A Seat The Tent
Afforded.
The Youth Then Proceeded With His Story, From Which It Appeared That,
About Five Weeks Previous, A Party Of Cavalry Sowas, Regular And
Irregular, Who Had Deserted Their Regiments, Had Arrived At The Village
In Which The Speaker And His Father, Who Was A Mounted Police Patell,
Resided. While There, The Emissaries Of The Begum Of Runjetpoora, Who
Had Established Herself At Laurieghur, And Was Organizing A Force And
Getting Together Supplies Of Ammunition, Provisions, Etc., With The
Intention Of Making A Raid On Runjetpoora And Looting It, Had Made
Overtures To This Party, And Promised Them High Pay And A Share Of The
Plunder If They Would Join Her. This They Had Accepted, And Some Of The
Men Of The Village, The Father And Son Included, Had Cast In Their Lots
With The Mutineers And Entered The Fort; But, Dissatisfied With Being So
Long Cooped Up Within Its Walk, And Seeing No Prospect Of Immediate
Plunder, Had Attempted To Leave The Place, But Were Prevented From So
Doing By The Begum'S Order. In Sullen Silence They Received This
Injunction, But Determined To Escape When Opportunity Offered. That One
Day While He, (The Prisoner) Was Passing Through The Ruins Of A Deserted
Palace, He Had Discovered The Entrance To A Subterraneous Passage,
Leading Under The Walls And Coming Out About A Quarter Of A Mile From
The Fort. This He Had Communicated To His Comrades, And The Following
Morning Ere It Was Light, The Party, Led By Himself, Made Good Their
Retreat, And Keeping Within The Jungle For Some Miles, Came Upon The
High Road, And Chanced To Meet The Collector'S Party; That He Had Taken
No Part In The Slaughter Of The Children, And Had Intended Leaving The
Band As Soon As They Came In Sight Of His Own Village, And In
Conclusion Said, "If You Will Swear To Obtain My Pardon, And Liberty To
Go Where I Please, I Will Lead You And Any Number Of Your Men Through
This Same Passage, And In Less Than Two Hours From Leaving This Place,
You Shall Be In Possession Of The Fort And All It Contains." This Offer
Our Hero Did Not Consider Himself At Liberty To Refuse Or Accept, But
Promised At Once To Bring The Matter To The Notice Of The Officer
Commanding The Force, And Let Him (The Prisoner) Know The Result As
Speedily As Might Be, And Immediately Left The Guard Room For That
Purpose.
The Prisoner'S Proposition Was At Once Accepted By The Authorities, And
Very Shortly A Party Of Five Hundred Infantry, And One Hundred
Dismounted Dragoons, Led By Carlton And Accompanied By The Prisoner As
Guide, Left The Camp And Soon Made Their Way Without Difficulty, Or
Exciting The Notice Of The Insurgents, Through The Subterraneous Passage
Before Alluded To Into The Fort, And The Whole Party Were Soon Ensconced
Within The Ruins Of The Old Palace, Without The Garrison Having The
Least Idea Of Their Presence In That Quarter. On Gaining This Position,
The Signal Agreed On, A Blue Light, Was Burned For One Minute, Then The
Whole Force In camp Turned Out, And A Demonstration Was Made From Every
Available Cannon And Musket, As If The Storming Of The Fort Had
Commenced In earnest. The Consternation Of The Mutineers At Finding
Themselves So Suddenly Attacked Was Very Great, And Imagine Their Dismay
On Rushing To The Walls, To Find The Ramparts Lined With Our Men. Unable
To Account Their Appearance There, And Believing Treachery To Be At Work
Among Themselves, And That The Gates Had Been Opened To Admit The Foe,
Threw Down Their Arms And Surrendered At Discretion.
Search Was Immediately Made For The Begum, And While Looking For This
Mutiness Princess In One Of Her Apartments, Carlton Took Up From A
Teapoy Or Dressing Table, A Small But Curiously Carved Steel Casket.
Supposing It To Contain Cosmetics, Or What Was More Probable, Chinaum
And Beetle Nut, Hurriedly Slipped It Into His Sabretache; But Not
Succeeding In Finding The Begum, Who Had Evaded The Pursuit, Arthur,
With His Dragoons, Returned To Camp. The Same Evening The Three Villains
Already Condemned Were Executed.
But The Youth Who Had Acted As Guide Was Permitted To Escape, Which He
Lost No Time In doing. The Little Force Was Then
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