One or two, again, lay cuddled into their pallets with that other hospital expression--impatient patience.
Most, however, were between these two extremes, and one of them asked eagerly: "Any news of the brutes to-day, sir? It would be just my luck when I"m down with another bad turn."
"Bad turn go to blazes," retorted Dr. Tiernay, with a rea.s.suring smile. "News of the varmint would have more therapeutic power than every drug I possess, an" a galvanic batthery wouldn"t be in it wid the first shot. Faix even if I"d killed ye, ye"d do old Lazarus to spite me. Oh, Flanagan, there ye are. A bit white about the gills, me bhoy, but it"s a foine thing to be in light inarching order. An" as for you, MacTartan, sure you"ve the illigantest protective pad evver a man wore above his heart. Is there any more of you would like wan?"
Yet as he made merry, the doctor"s eye had wandered to where the tail end of the upward road had shown more than once for a second, between a rift in the wet blanket; for that only connection between mutiny and helplessness climbed the hill perilously along a steep funnel-shaped ravine, up which the draught, caused by the cool air above the hot air below, swept like a chimney driving the fog before it.
There was nothing to be seen, however, not even a rift or break; so he went on to dress the leg of a cripple on crutches. He was in the middle of bandaging it when an excited voice called him by name from the verandah, and he rushed out, bandage and all, so that his patient remained attached to him by a fluttering ribbon of linen.
He found the Brigade Major on his pony. There was news at last. The mutineers were coming, but not by the road. They had been seen on the old footpath to the north--they evidently meant to steal a march in the rear.
"What made ye come and tell?" asked the doctor suddenly in Hindustani to the naked figure which had brought the news. It was that of a Jain ascetic with a muslin cloth bound about his mouth, so as to prevent the destruction even of the unseen life around him.
The set brown sanct.i.ty of his face wavered. "They come to kill--and I kill nothing."
Dr. Tiernay turned on his heel and faced the man on crutches (who, after vainly begging to be told what was happening, had come crawling on all-fours like a dog to the verandah), and began as it were to haul him in by rolling up the bandage. "Who the divvle tould ye to move, Tompkins?" he said; "come in at wanst and let me finish me job."
"But, doctor," protested the Brigade Major.
The doctor swung round again at the appeal.
"Don"t believe his saintship. Don"t, for G.o.d"s sake. If it"s killing he objects to, sure isn"t he helping us to kill them? That sort of thing doesn"t work. See you--he says there are five hundred of them.
Sainted Cecilia! if that"s so, an" they mean to come and kill us, why come up the back stairs?"
"But he says,--and Koomar also, and even Hoshiari Mul--"
"Well, I"d rather trust the fat little banker if it comes to trustin"," interrupted the doctor, "for, see you, I owe him money, and if I"m killed he won"t get it. But if I were you I"d trust none of them. Even Hoshiar, compound interest at a hundred and fifty per cent.
to boot, does not know what he"ll be at, so take my advice and sit tight where ye are."
The Brigade Major did, very tight and square on his pony.
"I"m sorry you don"t agree with me, Dr. Tiernay," he said stiffly, "and, of course, being in independent medical charge of this convalescent depot, you can remain behind if you choose. Indeed I think it would, in a way, be wiser, since your fellows would be of little use."
Dr. Tiernay looked round on the contingent of crippledom which had crowded and crawled to the verandah to listen. "Faix," he said, "their hearts are whole, anyhow, an" that"s half the battle. But what"s your plan?"
"I have thought out this eventuality before, and am certain that our defence must be at the defile--you know--about four miles from here. I shall take every soul I can--it"s better to give every one something to do."
The doctor nodded. "That"s sound, anyhow. Satan finds--then I"ll stay here."
"If--I fail--you will do what you can for the women and children--I shan"t give the alarm now; so--so you might tell my wife by-and-by--if necessary."
Mike Tiernay walked back and patted the pony"s neck.
"I"ll tell her. And ye may be right--ye can"t tell--it"s just a fog.
Anyhow, the cripples will do what they can for the ladies and the babies--though wanst those murderin" villains set foot on the summit, it"s all up--so--so--I"ll keep an eye on the road for ye. Well, good-by, me dear bhoy, and good luck to ye."
The sun, that was still shining brightly above the mists, shone on the men"s clasped hands for a moment.
After that, Dr. Tiernay finished Tompkins" leg.
It was rather a long job, as it had to be done all over again. Then there were minor hurts to arms and hands, so that an hour must have pa.s.sed before the doctor, wiping his hands with the curiously minute care of the surgeon who knows what risks he runs, suddenly dropped the towel and said--
"Sainted Sister Anne! they"re coming."
Yes. The rift for which he had been watching with the carelessness which comes with custom, had showed that tail end of the road for a moment, and showed something on it--a trail of men and horses, a flashing of bayonets and spear-points.
Ten minutes after the man on crutches was the only one left in the hospital, and he was sitting on the edge of his cot sobbing like a child disappointed of his holiday; but Mike Tiernay had left him the horse-pistols by way of consolation, with instructions to hold the fort as long as he could, and prevent the d.a.m.ned rascals from touching even the drugs.
"Ye"ll have the best of it after all, I tell ye," had been the doctor"s farewell, "for sure ye"ll be sitting at your ease shootin"
straight long after we"ve been silenced; and a last shot is always a last shot." He was wondering what his would be as he led his company of cripples through the hollow of mist which lay between the hospital and the head of that road whose tail had shown the upward gleam of bayonets.
As yet, however, everything was peaceful. The lake, the temples, the isolated houses set on their knolls, even the lower cl.u.s.ter of the bazaar were all bathed in sunshine, with the curious, translucent brilliance which only Indian sunshine can give. Only between them, clinging to every hollow, lay the thick, luminous white fog.
Mike Tiernay took off his helmet, wiped his forehead, and looked around.
"It"s no good in life making the poor things anxious," he muttered to himself, "an" if we can keep the divvles at bay _he_ will be back to tell his own story. But I"ll just give a look round to hearten them up; there"s plenty of time, for I can catch up the cripples in a jiffy." So, bidding his men march slowly down the road (saving themselves as much as possible, since their work would be cut out for them afterwards) until he rejoined them, he set off with swinging strides to the semi-fortified houses, in which, more for the name of safety than for the hope of it, the helpless women and children had been gathered during the last few days.
"Any news, doctor?" asked the Brigade Major"s wife, coming out to meet him, her six months" baby in her arms. "d.i.c.k isn"t back from office yet, and it"s such weary work, waiting, waiting."
Dr. Tiernay bent rather abruptly to look at the fretful child, which was teething badly. One or two other women, pale-faced, anxious, their little ones clinging round them, had gathered to listen, and he spoke as it were to all.
"Well, it can"t be long now, any more than it can"t be long before d.i.c.k comes back, or before that troublesome eye-tooth comes through.
If all goes well, me dear madam, all the worry will be over by tomorrow."
"And if it isn"t you will come with your lancet, won"t you?" asked the mother, pleadingly.
Dr. Tiernay frowned portentously. "It"s against me principles, madam--but I"ll use--well, some kind of lethal weapon, I promise you.
An" tell your husband, when ye see him, that my cripples did as well as could be expected, considering the fog."
"Did as well?" she asked. "What have they done?"
"Gone for their first walk down the road," he replied, with a cheerful laugh, "an" I must be affther them to stop them from overtiring themselves. So good-by. d.i.c.k"ll maybe bring good news."
"How cheerful he is always," said one pale-faced mother to another. "I always feel safer when I"ve seen him; and, you know, he can"t really think there is any immediate danger or he wouldn"t have talked of coming to lance the baby"s gums, would he?"
Whatever Dr. Tiernay might have _thought_, he was by this time beginning to realise that in the fog it was impossible to _know_ anything--even the positions of his own cripples. "Are ye all there, wid as many legs an" arms as ye have whole?" he called, after he had given the order for them to fall in; "for, by the Lord that made me, I must take ye on trust; ye might be anybody." He paused; his eyes lit up suddenly; he gave a wild hooroosh.
"I have it, men; let"s play the fog on the divvies, an" be d.a.m.ned to them. They can"t see us, so let"s take them in flank at the zig-zag.
Smith, out wid yur engineer"s eye an" tell me what"s the length of the zig-zag--wan zig of it, I mane."
Smith, in the fog, thought a moment or two. "Close on a mile, sir, more or less, and there"s four of them."
"Say three-quarters, and we are fifteen; no, it"s fourteen, for we had to leave poor Tompkins wid his crutches an" the horse-pistols.
Tompkins absent."
"Beg pardin", sir," came a voice from the fog; "Tompkins present. Come a all-fours down the short cut quite easy."
"Fifteen," corrected the doctor, calmly, "fifteen into twelve hundred yards. Faix, it"ll have to be open order."--He paused for an odd catch in his breath, something between a laugh and a sob. "See here, ye gomerauns--English, Irish, Scotch, whatever ye are--that"s our game.