an, (the last
appeal a Mussulman can make,) to implore them for God's sake to
respect the life of his friend. At last, ascending a slippery
bank, the horse fell. My cap had been snatched off, and I now
received a heavy blow on the head from a bludgeon, which
fortunately did not quite deprive me of my senses. I had
sufficient sense left to shoot a-head of the fallen horse,
where my protector with another man joined me, and clasping me
in their arms, hurried me towards the wall of Mahomed Khan's
fort. How I reached the spot where Mahomed Akber was receiving
the gratulations of the multitude I know not, but I remember a
fanatic rushing on me, and twisting his hand in my collar until
I became exhausted from suffocation. I must do Mahomed Akber
the Justice to say, that, finding the Ghazees bent on my
slaughter, even after I had reached his stirrup, he drew his
sword and laid about him right manfully, for my conductor and
Meerza Baoodeen Khan were obliged to press me up against the
wall, covering me with their own bodies, and protesting that no
blow should reach me but through their persons.

"Pride, however, overcame Mahomed Akber's sense of courtesy,
when he thought I was safe, for he then turned round to me, and
repeatedly said, in a tone of triumphant derision, 'Shuma
moolk-i-ma me geered!' (_You'll_ seize my country, will
you!)--he then rode off, and I was hurried towards the gate of
the fort. Here new dangers awaited me, for Moolah Momin, fresh
from the slaughter of poor Trevor, who was killed riding close
behind me--Sultan Jan having the credit of having given him the
first sabre-cut--stood here with his followers, whom he
exhorted to slay me, setting them the example by cutting
fiercely at me himself. Fortunately a gun stood between us, but
still he would have effected his purpose, had not Mahomed Shah
Khan at that instant, with some followers, come to my
assistance. These drew their swords in my defence, the chief
himself throwing his arm round my neck, and receiving on his
shoulder a cut aimed by Moollah Momin at my head. During the
bustle I pushed forward into the fort, and was immediately
taken to a sort of dungeon, where I found Lawrence safe, but
somewhat exhausted by his hideous ride and the violence he had
sustained, alth