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Chapter Nineteen
Ghazis and Cunning
As Bracy, closely followed by Gedge, made for the door, the noise and confusion in the darkness were horrible. There were nearly a score of sick and wounded in the two rows of beds, some of whom were groaning and appealing for help; but the majority were making brave efforts to get on some clothes, and one man was shouting for the nurse to go to the armoury and bring as many rifles and bayonets as she could carry. But there was no answer to their appeals, as Bracy, tottering at first, but growing stronger as he passed between the two rows of beds, struggled for the door at the end, and passed through into a little lobby, from which another door led at once into the court, a mere slit of a window at the side admitting a few faint rays of light.
“Ha!” ejaculated Bracy in a tone of thankfulness. “The door’s fast, Gedge, lad, and we must defend it to the last. We can do no good outside.”
“Who’s this?” cried a harsh, sharp voice. “Bracy, my dear boy, you here?” cried the Doctor almost simultaneously.
“Nurse! – Doctor!” panted the young officer.
“Yes, here we are, my boy, on duty; and bless this woman! she’s as plucky as half-a-dozen men.”
“Nonsense!” said Mrs Gee harshly. “You don’t suppose I was going to stand still and let the wretches massycree my patients – do you, Doctor?”
“No, my dear, I don’t think anything of the kind, and certainly I won’t. Have you got plenty of cartridges?”
“A dozen packets, and there’s four rifles with fixed bayonets behind the door.”
“I’ll have one, my lass. I was afraid I should have to take to my surgical instruments. But, look here, Bracy, my boy, you can do no good, so go back to bed and send that scoundrel Gedge here. He’s hiding under one of the beds. He could load for nurse, here, and me, while we fired.”
“If you warn’t like one o’ my sooperior officers,” snarled Gedge, “I’d say something nasty to you, Doctor. Give us one of them rifles, old lady; I’m better with them and a bay’net than with this popgun. You take your pistol, Mr Bracy, sir.”
“No, no – yes, yes,” said the Doctor hurriedly. “You may want it, my boy. Now, then, go back to your bed. You’ll be in the way here.”
“In the way of some of these yelling fiends, I hope, Doctor,” said Bracy, thrusting the revolver into the waistband of his hurriedly dragged on trousers. “Now, then, where will they try to break in?”
“The first window they can reach, when they fail at this door. You, Gedge, watch that window. No one can get in, but some one is sure to try.”
The keen point of a bayonet was held within a few inches of the opening the next moment, and then the little party, awaiting the attack, stood listening to the terrible sounds from without. It was hard work to distinguish one from the other, for the confusion was now dreadful; but, from time to time, Bracy, as he stood quivering there as if a strange thrill of reserved force was running through every vein, nerve, and muscle, made out something of what was going on, and primarily he grasped the fact, from the loud clanging, that the great gates had been closed and barred against the entrance of those who were rushing forward to the support of the fanatical Ghazis who had been so successful in their ruse.
Then came other sounds which sent a ray of hope through the confusion; first one or two shots rang out, then there was a ragged volley, and a more or less steady fire was being kept up from the towers and walls. But this was doubtless outward, begun by the sentries, and aided by the two companies that rapidly mounted to their side by the orders of their officers, who felt that it would be madness to begin firing in the dark upon the Ghazis raging about the court, for fear of hitting their unarmed friends.
It was some minutes before the Colonel could reach the guard-room, which was held by the relief, and he had a couple of narrow escapes from cuts aimed at him; but he reached the place at last, in company with about a dozen unarmed men, and in a few minutes there was one nucleus here ready with fixed bayonets to follow his orders. Other men made a rush for their quarters from the walls where they had flocked, unarmed, to be spectators of the capture; but to reach them and their rifles and ammunition they had to cross the court, which was now one tossing chaos of cutting and slashing fiends in human form, rushing here and there, and stumbling over the frightened sheep, which plunged and leaped wildly, adding greatly to the din by their piteous bleating, many to fall, wounded, dying, and struggling madly, beneath the sword-cuts intended for the garrison. These were flying unarmed seeking for refuge, and often finding none, but turning in their despair upon their assailants, many of whom went down, to be trampled under foot by those whom they sought to slay.
The firing now began to rapidly increase, the flashings of the rifles seeming to cut through the dense mist, now growing thicker with the smoke, which, instead of rising, hung in a heavy cloud, mingling with the fog, and making the efforts of the defenders more difficult as it increased. For some time every one seemed to have lost his head, as, in spite of the efforts of the officers, the panic was on the increase, and the Ghazis had everything their own way. Colonel Graves, as soon as he had got his little force together, gave the word for a rush with the bayonet, and led the way, his men following bravely, but the difficulties they encountered were intense. It was almost impossible to form in line, and when at last this was roughly achieved in the darkness, and the order to advance was given, it was upon a mass of struggling sheep mingled with the yelling fiends; and, to the horror of the line of sturdy men, they found that to fire, or advance with the bayonet, would be to the destruction of friend as well as foe.
To add to the horror, the wild and piteous shrieks of women arose now from the portion of the fort containing the officers’ quarters; and at this Roberts, who was firing with his men down into the seething mass of fresh assailants swarming at the gates and striving, so far vainly, to mount the walls, gave a sharp order.
“Here, cease firing, my lads,” he yelled. “Drummond – Drummond! Where’s Mr Drummond?”
“Gone, sir,” came from one of the men.
“What! down?” cried Roberts.
“No, sir; he said something about go on firing, and hooked it off along the ramp.”
An angry groan arose, and Roberts muttered something about his friend before shouting again.
“Sergeant,” he cried, “take the command of your men, and keep these dogs from mounting the gate. I am going to lead my company to the officers’ quarters. Ready, my lads? No firing. The bayonet. We must save those women, or die.”
A loud, sharp, snapping hurrah rang out, seeming to cut through the mist, and then at Roberts’s “Forward!” they dashed after him at the double, to reach the next descent into the court, which meant right among the yelling Ghazis, but at the opposite end to that where Colonel Graves and the Major – who had reached them now with a couple of dozen men, mostly armed with the Indians’ tulwars – had managed to struggle into line.
Very few minutes elapsed before the shouting of Captain Roberts’s men, as they dashed down, two abreast, cutting into the mass below, added to the wild confusion, and for a time it seemed as if the struggle would become hopeless, as the brave fellows’ strength began to yield to exhaustion, for the power to combine seemed gone, and the mêlée grew more a hand-to-hand fight, in which the savage Ghazis had the advantage with their keen swords, their adversaries wanting room to use their bayonets after a few fierce and telling thrusts.
“This is useless, Graham,” panted the Colonel at last; “these sheep hamper every movement. We can do nothing in this horrible darkness. I am going to give the order for every man to make for the walls, where we must defend ourselves with the bayonet as the fellows attack us. We must wait for morning, and then shoot them down.”
“And by then they will have slaughtered every woman and non-combatant in the fort,” growled the Major savagely.
“No; we must each lead a company or two for the quarters. You take as many as you can collect straight for the ladies’ rooms.”
“Roberts has gone ten minutes ago, and is fighting his way across.”
“Go round by the walls on the other side and get in behind. I am going to rush for the hospital. Bracy and all those poor fellows must be saved.”
“Too late,” said the Major bitterly. “Two of the men here left a score of the hounds fighting their way into the ward. Oh, if we only had a light!”
Strange things occur when least expected, and there are times when, as if by a miracle, the asked-for gift is bestowed.
“God bless you, Graves!” whispered the Major; “if we don’t meet again, I’ll do all that man can do.”
“I know it, Graham. You’ll save the women, I’m sure. Ah! what’s that?”
“Fire – fire!” shouted a voice, and a yell of triumph rose from the Ghazis, to be echoed by the seething mob of fanatics outside the gates, who burst forth with their war-cry of “Allah! Allah – uh!”
“We’re done, Graves,” said the Major in an awestricken, whisper. “It’s the fodder-store, and it will attack our quarters soon. It’s all of wood.”
“If it does we shall see how to die fighting,” said the Colonel hoarsely, as a wreath of flame and sparks rolled out of a two-story building at the far end of the court, lighting up the whole place and revealing all the horrors of the scene.
Chapter Twenty
Non-Combatants
Meanwhile, completely cut off by the enemy from the rest of the garrison, the occupants of the hospital made such preparations as they could to strengthen their defences. Little enough they were, consisting as they did of three or four pieces of wood placed like stays from the floor to the cross-pieces of the roughly-made door; and when it was done the Doctor said sadly:
“It’s of no use. If they come with a rush they will drive that in as if it were so much cardboard.”
“Let them,” said Bracy. “They will find three bayonets and a sword-point ready for them to fall upon.”
“Yes; and then?” said the Doctor bitterly. “There will be four bodies lying in front of us between our breasts and the men who come on, and so again and again till we have made a rampart of the wretched bodies.”
“Very well in theory, my good patient,” said the Doctor sadly; “but I’m afraid we shall have made part of the breastwork ourselves. These Ghazis not only know how to fight, but they do fight as if there were no such thing as fear.”
“There’s not much of that in British soldiers when they are at bay,” said Bracy proudly. “But it’s of no use to talk, Doctor; we must defend this door to the last, and then retreat into the ward, barricading that next.”
“And after that?”
“There are my quarters: but we must carry the helpless in there first.”
“And lastly?”
“Never mind that,” said Bracy coldly; “let us get through firstly and secondly; a dozen things may happen before then.”
“Hist!” whispered Mrs Gee. “Some one is coming.”
All listened, and heard a swift movement like a hand being passed over the rough door as if feeling for the fastening. Then there were several hard thrusts, and directly after a quick whispering, a scratching as of feet against the wall, and then a slight change in the appearance of the window, the darkness growing a little deeper. In an instant there was the loud rattle of a rifle being thrown out to the full extent of its holder’s arms, the bayonet darting through the narrow slit; there was a savage yell, the dull thud of some one falling, and with a fierce shout of rage two or three of the enemy flung themselves at the door, repeating the act again and again, but without result.
“Can’t some of us come and help, sir?” said a feeble voice.
“Yes; there’s six of us, sir,” said another; “and we’ve all got rifles.”
“Back to your beds directly,” cried the Doctor. “What’s the use of me trying to save your lives, and – Well, it’s very good of you, my lads,” he said, breaking off suddenly. “Fix bayonets, and stand outside the ward ready to help if we, the first line, are driven in.”
There was a sharp crackety-crack as the metal sockets of the bayonets rattled on the muzzles of the rifles, and the six invalids took their places on either side of the ward-door, where the rest of the sufferers lay in silence listening to the yelling outside and the firing now going vigorously on.
There was another crash against the outer door, but still it did not yield, though it sounded as if it was being dashed from its fastenings, and then a shuffling, scraping sound told that another attempt was being made by one of the mad fanatics to get in by the slit of a window. But again there was the peculiar rattling sound of a thrust being made with a rifle thrown right forward and grazing the sides of the opening. A wild shriek followed, and Gedge withdrew his piece, panting heavily and trembling from weakness.
“Did you get home?” whispered the Doctor.
“Yes, sir, clean,” whispered back Gedge; “and oh, if that only was the chap as shot Mr Bracy that day!”
There was a crash at the door now, as if a mass of stone had been hurled at it; a couple of boards were driven out, and a strange animal odour floated in, with a yell of triumph, heard above the piteous bleating of sheep and the sharp rattle of the rifles.
“Give me room, Doctor; I can do it. My man taught me,” said the nurse, standing with Gedge, friendly for the first time in their lives; and they delivered rapidly thrust after thrust with their full strength, one of the savage Ghazis going down at each.
It was too dark to do much, and Bracy felt his helplessness, after trying to parry a cut or two delivered by one of the enemy; so, drawing his revolver, he fired slowly shot after shot as the enemy reached in to cut at the defenders, their blows mostly falling upon the sides of the broken door.
“It’s of no use to try and hold this place longer, Doctor,” he said, bringing now to bear his military knowledge. “We have to bear the full rush of these men.”
“But it’s like giving up to them,” panted the Doctor.
“Never mind; let’s retire into the ward. You see, the door is at right-angles to this, and when they press in they can only fill this little place, and we shall have to contend with four or five instead of fifty.”
“That’s good talk,” said the Doctor. “I’m not a soldier. Very well, then, back in, and I’ll cover you.”
“No; you retire with the nurse and Gedge, and I will hold them at bay till you get in. Make the men present their bayonets as soon as we are in. Just give the word, and they will know. It will check the wretches while we try to get the door closed.”
“No,” cried the Sergeant’s wife through her teeth. “Bill Gedge and I will keep them off till you are in and tell us to fall back.”
“Right,” said the Doctor; “don’t stop to parley, Bracy, my lad. Ah, what does that mean?” he cried sharply, for Mrs Gee and Gedge both thrust and then thrust again.
“Means a roosh, gentlemen,” said Gedge hoarsely. “In with you; we can’t hold ’em back any longer.”
“Back in,” said Bracy hoarsely. “We must do it, Doctor; they’re mad for our blood.”
The Doctor stepped through the inner door, and Bracy followed.
“Right and left,” he said sharply; “cover the advance as they fall back.”
A low hissing sound accompanied a quick movement, and then, after delivering a couple more thrusts, Gedge whispered:
“In with you, nurse.”
“You first, boy,” she answered, as she thrust fiercely again, a sharp cry following her delivery.
“I don’t go afore a woman,” said Gedge bluntly, as he delivered point once more.
“Nor I before my patient,” said Mrs Gee, following his example, and feeling the bayonet strike flesh.
“Back, you two, at once,” cried Bracy sternly; and as the strangely assorted couple took a step or two back and darted into the ward, a hedge of bayonets dropped down breast-high, in time to meet the rush of Ghazis who dashed forward with upraised swords.
Then, to the surprise of all, there was the crackle of a little volley, and the faces of the fierce warriors were for a moment illumined, efforts being made to strengthen the position by dragging a charpoy across, planting a second upon the first, and heaping thereon everything that could be seized upon in the darkness. There was a fresh burst of yelling, the Ghazis raging in their disappointment and at the losses that had befallen them, just, too, when they believed that an entry had been made.
The Doctor took advantage of the pause in the attack to order every invalid who could move by his own efforts to seek refuge in the officers’ ward, and with groans and sighs they obeyed, one helping the other, and in many instances having to be helped in turn, while several by slow degrees managed to crawl. A pause in the attack did not give time for all this, the enemy coming fiercely on again before the ward was half clear; but the bristling array of bayonets presented at the narrow doorway kept them from gaining an entrance, each stroke of their tulwars being received on the rifle-barrels, and several going down as deadly thrusts were made.
It was evident enough to Bracy and the Doctor that their defence could not last, much longer. A party of able-bodied men, dividing and taking their duty in turn, might have kept the whole body of the hill-men at bay for an indefinite time; but the efforts of Gedge and Mrs Gee were growing weaker, and at last it was all that the invalids could do to keep their bayonets from being beaten down.
“We must make for our last refuge, Doctor,” said Bracy at last.
“Yes, and none too soon,” was his reply; “but first of all let’s have as much of the bedding as we can get taken to the other room to form a breastwork. Half you men retire and carry mattresses and blankets till you are ordered to cease.”
This was done, and then the order was given, just as the enemy was making one of its most savage attacks, the men pressing on with all their might, till a volley was fired which made them recoil. It was only to recover themselves and pour fiercely in through the dense smoke, to begin yelling with rage as they found by degrees that the long ward was empty, and a fresh barrier of bayonets bristling ready for them at the farther door, where a couple of charpoys had been hastily thrown across one upon the other, and piled on the top was all the bedding, principally rough straw mattresses and blankets – a slight enough breastwork, but impervious to sword-cuts, while to reach over in order to make a blow was to expose whoever struck to a deadly bayonet-thrust. Here the defence was gallantly maintained again, the attack as fiercely made, till the floor became wet with blood, and several of the carnage-seeking enemy slipped and fell, either to crawl or be dragged away by their companions.
“It’s getting to be a matter of minutes now,” said the Doctor in a whisper to Bracy. “This is the last of it.”
“The window,” said Bracy, calmly enough now. “Take Mrs Gee and help her out. Then you and Gedge climb out, and drop down; you may make your escape in the darkness. You hear, Mrs Gee?”
“Yes, sir, I hear,” said the woman in her sourest tones; “but my man told me I was to stick to my patients, no matter what happened.”
“And I order you to escape.”
“Yes, sir; but I’m not one of your men,” said the woman, with a triumphant masterful ring in her words, “and under your orders; but you are my patient and under mine. So you go and get as many of the poor boys away with you as you can. Off with you, Gedge; you’re as bad as any of them, in spite of your brag. Then you others follow, one at a time; me and the Doctor can’t leave, the rest, and we’re going to stay.”
“Go!” said Gedge sharply. “Go and leave my comrades and my orficer as can’t help theirselves. Not me!”
There was a low murmur at this, and then a cessation of all words in the desperate defence forced upon the little party; for, as if maddened by the long resistance, and utterly reckless of the losses they had suffered, the Ghazis came on, howling and bounding to the door, leaping up and reaching in to strike downward with all their force, and generally paying the penalty of death; for even with their swords extended to the full extent of the holders’ arms, not once was a damaging cut inflicted.
The result of this last rush was that, horrible to relate, the breastwork was raised by the bodies of three fatally wounded Ghazis, who in their dying moments sought to revenue their deaths by cutting savagely at their foes as they lay.
“I can’t bay’net chaps who are down,” muttered Gedge, shrinking back; while at the same moment Mrs Gee uttered a wild cry, for one of the dying men had inflicted a horrible upward cut, which, as she was leaning forward, took effect upon her chin.
This movement on the part, of two of the strongest of the defenders seemed to be fatal. A weak place in their defence was displayed, and with a fierce yell the enemy crowded on in a final attack. This would have been fatal but for the bravery of the tottering invalids, who met the rush with a sharp volley from half-a-dozen pieces, and the flash and smoke were followed by a sudden burst of light, which flooded the ward, showing the enemy retiring a little, startled by the unexpected volley and wondering at the glare. This gave time for reloading, and another volley was fired as the enemy came on again.
This volley was followed by the commencement of a rolling fire outside, mingled with yells of rage, imprecations, loud orders, and the hoarse commands of officers. For the light given by the burning building was the opportunity required; and minute by minute the firing increased from the walls, as the scattered soldiery, many of whom had remained unarmed, found their way into their quarters to obtain rifles and bayonets, and joined their companions on the wall, able, and willing too, to take aim down into the seething mob of savages in the court, without risking destruction to a comrade or friend.
Three times over Colonel Graves summoned the enemy to surrender, and twice over native attendants were dragged forth to yell down to the Ghazis that their lives would be spared. All was in vain; the announcements were received with shouts of defiance, yells of hatred at the Christian dogs, and savage rushes were made at the steps leading up to the ramparts, in each case for the venturers to be partly shot down, the residue being hurled back from the point of the bayonet.
“It’s of no use, Graves – Roberts,” cried the Major; “it’s their lives or ours. Fire, my lads, fire!”
And by the increasing light of the flaming building, whose ruddy rays illumined the horrible scene of carnage, the fight went on, till the courtyard was dotted with the bodies of the wounded and slain, the survivors of the great flock of sheep cowering together close to the main gate, while others lay trampled down amongst the fallen, their thick fleeces having protected many from the cuts of the Ghazis’ swords.
