ued, until tired out and unable to
do more, the bugles and trumpets sounded a halt, and men and horses
bivouacked on the ground, not an enemy in sight.

The whole of the rebel stores, ammunition, and a great part of the guns
were taken, but the loss on the side of the English was heavy.

The 150th counted over one hundred men in killed and wounded, and the
93rd Highlanders alone had ninety-three killed and one hundred and eight
wounded.

"It was a splendid sight, Curtis," said Hughes, as he sat on a spiked
gun, while a hospital dresser who had happened to be passing was looking
to a bullet wound in his right leg. "It was indeed a splendid sight
when the cavalry debouched from yonder grove, and with Sir Colin at
their head, dashed into the retreating pandies. I shall never forget
the day."

"Where's Harris? I have not seen him for the last two hours."

"Poor fellow, he is lying among the tents at Subadar's Tank, shot
through the heart. He fell close to me at our first charge."

The two were silent, for the mad excitement of the fray was passing
away, and the cost had now to be counted. They were seated at the
junction of the Calpee and Cawnpore roads, masses of men of different
regiments, and peletons of cavalry and artillery were moving across the
plain in every direction, the animals fagged and weary, the men
exultant, and bandying rough jokes.

Their horses covered with sweat and dust, their arms and accoutrements
jingling as they rode, a group of officers came along. It was Sir
Colin, General Mansfield, and Brigadier Greathead, with their staffs.

Reining in his horse, Sir Colin spoke.

"Colonel Hughes, you will parade the 150th to-morrow afternoon. I have
a word to say to them."

Steadying himself, with his right hand leaning on the gun-carriage, his
left being useless, his leg half swathed up in its bloody bandages, and
the hospital dresser kneeling at his feet, his forage-cap lost, and the
heavy masses of black hair hanging over a forehead smeared with blood,
Colonel Hughes saluted, and the General and his staff rode on.

"I wonder what he wants with us," said Curtis. "We shan't be able to
turn out very well."

Events in India had justified fully the confidence reposed in her sons
by England. The retreating rebels were pursued the following day, and
the column, under Sir Hope Grant, came up with and at once attacked them
at a place called Serai Ghat, took fifteen guns, and a vast quantity of