We will march now
on Hanadra. No! No demonstrations, please!"
His uplifted left hand was just in time to check a roar of answering
approval.
"Didn't I tell you so?" exclaimed a gunner to the man beside him in
an undertone. "Him leave a white woman to face this sort o' music?
He'd fight all India first!"
Ten minutes later two companies of men marched out behind the guns,
followed by a cart that bore their wounded. As they reached the trunk
road they were saluted by a reverberating blast when the magazine
that they had fought to hold blew skyward. They turned to cheer the
explosion and then settled down to march in deadly earnest and, if
need be, to fight a rear-guard action all the way.
And in the opposite direction one solitary gunner rode, hell-bent-
for-leather, with a note addressed to "O. C.--Jundhra." It was short
and to the point. It ran:
Have blown up magazine; Mrs. Bellairs at Hanadra;
have gone to rescue her.
(Signed) A. FORRESTER-CARTER (Col.)
per J.
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