In the water, a few paces off, by the next boat, we saw the youngest daughter of Colonel Williams.

A sepoy was going to kill her with his bayonet.
She said, 'My father was always kind to sepoys.' He turned away, and just then a villager struck her on the head with a club, and she fell into the water.

These people likewise saw good Mr.Moncrieff, the clergyman, take a book from his pocket that he never had leisure to open, and heard him commence a prayer for mercy which he was not permitted to conclude.

Another deponent observed an European making for a drain like a scared water-rat, when some boatmen, armed with cudgels, cut off his retreat, and beat him down dead into the mud." The women and children who had been reserved from the massacre were imprisoned during a fortnight in a small building, one story high--a cramped place, a slightly modified Black Hole of Calcutta.

They were waiting in suspense; there was none who could forecast their fate.
Meantime the news of the massacre had traveled far and an army of rescuers with Havelock at its head was on its way--at least an army which hoped to be rescuers.