At two in the morning the rounds passed, and broke for a moment the weariness of the night.

Finding that my companions would not be led into conversation, I took out my pipe, and laid down my musket to strike the match.

In an instant the two Sikhs were upon me.

One of them snatched my firelock up and levelled it at my head, while the other held a great knife to my throat and swore between his teeth that he would plunge it into me if I moved a step.
"My first thought was that these fellows were in league with the rebels, and that this was the beginning of an assault.

If our door were in the hands of the Sepoys the place must fall, and the women and children be treated as they were in Cawnpore.