Perhaps I can't get through alone, but I 'll try.

Better a court-martial than to fail those men out there.

Going?
Of course I 'm going.

Into line--take intervals--forward!" "Attention, D Troop!" It was Weir's voice, eager and determined now.
Like an undammed current his orders rang out above the uproar, and in a moment the gallant troopers of N and D, some on foot, some in saddle, were rushing up the face of the bluff, their officers leading, the precious ammunition packs at the centre, all alike scrambling for the summit, in spite of the crackling of Indian rifles from every side.
Foot by foot they fought their way forward, sliding and stumbling, until the little blue wave burst out against the sky-line and sent an exultant cheer back to those below.

Panting, breathless from the hard climb, their carbines spitting fire while the rapidly massing savages began circling their exposed position, the little band fought their way forward a hundred yards.