Bellairs started like a man roused from a dream.
"That's your wife over there!" said Colonel Carter. "There can't
be any other white woman here-abouts riding with a Rajput escort!"
Bellairs gripped the colonel's outstretched arm.
"Where?" he almost screamed. "Where? I don't see her!"
"There, man! There, where that mass of men is moving! Look! By the
Lord Harry! He's charging right through the mob! That's Mahommed
Khan, I'll bet a fortune! Now's our chance
Bugler!"
The bugler ran to him, and he began to puff into his instrument.
"Blow the `attention' first!"
Out rang the clear, strident notes, and the non-commissioned officers
and men took notice that a movement of some kind would shortly be
required of them, but the din of firing never ceased for a single
instant. Then, suddenly, an answering bugle sang out from the
other flank.
"Advance in echelon!" commanded Colonel Carter, and the bugler did
his best to split his cheeks in a battle-rending blast.
"You remain where you are, sir!" he ordered young Bellairs.
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