D'you see them?"
"They look like Sikhs or Rajputs," said the colonel.
"Yes. Don't they? I'd like you to keep an eye on them. They've
come up from the rear. I caught sight of them quite a while ago and
I can't quite make them out. It's strange, but I can't believe that
they belong to the enemy. D'you see?--there--they've changed direction.
They're riding as though they intended to come round the enemy's
left flank!"
"By gad, they are! Look! The enemy are moving to cut them off!"
"I must get back to the other wing!" said General Turner. "But that
looks like the making of an opportunity! Keep both eyes lifting,
Carter, and advance the moment you see any confusion in the
enemy's ranks."
He rode off, and Colonel Carter stared long and steadily at the
approaching horsemen. He saw a dense mass of the enemy, about a
thousand strong, detach itself from the left wing and move to intercept
them, and he noticed that the movement made a tremendous difference
to the ranks opposed to him. He stepped up to young Bellairs and
touched his sleeve.
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