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this devoted woman failed, nothing could save them. Still they did
not lose hope, though the suspense was almost unendurable. Each
grasped his pistol firmly, to be used as a club if occasion required.
The termination of what had verily seemed an hour to them, but in
reality only five minutes, brought the welcome signal—the whistle
was blown.
“You first, Harper,” said Martin.
They darted from their hiding-place and rushed through the door; a
Sepoy tried to bar the passage, but was felled by a blow from
Harper’s pistol; in another moment they were outside the walls—
Haidee was waiting for them.
“Speed!” she cried, leading the way.
The alarm was already being spread. A deep-toned gong, that could
be heard even above the howling wind, was warning the sentries
that something had happened.
From gate to gate, from guard to guard, the signal passed, and soon
a hundred torches were flaring in the wind; there were confusion and
commotion, and much rushing to and fro, but nobody exactly
seemed to know what it was all about, only that someone had
escaped. A few shots were fired—why, was a mystery—and even a
big gun vomited forth a volume of flame and sent a round shot
whizzing through space, only to fall harmlessly in a far-off paddy-
field. In the meantime the fugitives, favoured by the darkness and
the wind, sped along, keeping under the shadow of the wall, until the
bridge of boats was passed.
“We cannot cross the bridge,” said Haidee, “for on the other side
there is a piquet stationed.”
“How, then, shall we gain the opposite bank?” asked Harper.
“By swimming,” she answered.
When they had proceeded about a quarter of a mile farther, Haidee
stopped.
“This is a good part; the river is narrow here, but the current is
strong.”
“But will it not be dangerous for you to trust yourself to the stream?”
Martin remarked, as he divested himself of his jacket.
“Dangerous? No,” she answered; “I am an excellent swimmer.”
She unwound a long silken sash from her waist, and, tying one end
round her body and the other round Harper, she said—
“I am ready. Swim against the current as much as possible, and you
will gain a bend almost opposite to us.”
Martin walked to the water’s edge, and, quietly slipping in, struck out
boldly. Haidee and Harper followed, and as they floated out into the
stream she whispered—
“We are bound together. Where you go I go; we cannot separate.”
It was hard work breasting that rapid current, but the swimmers
swam well, and the bank was gained. Emerging, somewhat
exhausted, and with the muddy waters of the Jumna dripping from
them, they stood for some minutes to recover their breath.
Haidee was the first to speak.
“We are safe so far,” she said. “Before us lies the Meerut road. The
way to Cawnpore is to the left.”
“Then I suppose we must part,” Martin observed.
“Yes,” she answered. “You have but thirty miles to go; travel as far as
possible during the night, and in the morning you will be safe.”
Martin took her hand.
“You are as brave as beautiful, and I am too poor in words to thank
you. But in my heart I have a silent gratitude that time can never
wear away.”
“God speed you,” joined in Harper. “Tell my wife that you left me well
and hopeful. Bid her wait patiently for my coming.”
“You may depend upon me.”
Martin shook the hands of his friends, and, turning away, was soon
lost in the darkness.
When his retreating footsteps had died out, Haidee grasped Harper’s
hand, for he stood musingly, his thoughts preceding his friend to
Meerut; he felt not a little sad as he pictured his wife waiting and
weeping for him, and he wondered if he would ever see her again.
“Come,” said Haidee softly. “Come,” she repeated, as he did not
seem to notice her at first, “time flies, and we are surrounded with
danger.”
He turned towards her with a sigh.
“Why do you sigh?” she asked.
“I scarcely know.”
“Is it for one who is absent?”
“Perhaps so.”
She sighed now, inaudibly, and she pressed her hand on her heart;
but he did not notice the movement.
“Cawnpore is distant,” she said, in a low tone, “and the night is
already far spent. Let us go.”
And so they went on, side by side, into the darkness, on to the
unknown future. And the wind moaned around them like a warning
voice, and beat in their faces as if it would drive them back.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE TIGER OF CAWNPORE.[3]
FOOTNOTES:
[3] Nana Sahib was first referred to as “The Tiger of Cawnpore” by
the Times.
[4] This is no exaggerated description. The room was exactly as
described.
CHAPTER XV.
AS ARMOUR IMPENETRABLE.