"Come on!" shrieked the subalterns, and their men, cursing them, drew back, each closing into his neighbor and wheeling round.
Charteris and Devlin, subalterns of the last company, faced their death alone in the belief that their men would follow.
"You"ve killed me, you cowards," sobbed Devlin and dropped, cut from the shoulder-strap to the centre of the chest, and a fresh detachment of his men retreating, always retreating, trampled him under foot as they made for the pa.s.s whence they had emerged.
I kissed her in the kitchen and I kissed her in the hall.
Child"un, child"un, follow me!
Oh Golly, said the cook, is he gwine to kiss us all?
Halla-Halla-Halla Hallelujah!
The Gurkhas were pouring through the left gorge and over the heights at the double to the invitation of their regimental Quickstep. The black rocks were crowned with dark green spiders as the bugles gave tongue jubilantly:
In the morning! In the morning by the bright light!
When Gabriel blows his trumpet in the morning!
The Gurkha rear-companies tripped and blundered over loose stones. The front-files halted for a moment to take stock of the valley and to settle stray boot-laces. Then a happy little sigh of contentment soughed down the ranks, and it was as though the land smiled, for behold there below was the enemy, and it was to meet them that the Gurkhas had doubled so hastily. There was much enemy. There would be amus.e.m.e.nt. The little men hitched their _kukris_ well to hand, and gaped expectantly at their officers as terriers grin ere the stone is cast for them to fetch. The Gurkhas" ground sloped downward to the valley, and they enjoyed a fair view of the proceedings. They sat upon the bowlders to watch, for their officers were not going to waste their wind in a.s.sisting to repulse a Ghazi rush more than half a mile away. Let the white men look to their own front.
"Hi! yi!" said the Subadar-Major, who was sweating profusely, "Dam fools yonder, stand close-order! This is no time for close order, it"s the time for volleys. Ugh!"
Horrified, amused, and, indignant, the Gurkhas beheld the retirement--let us be gentle--of the Fore and Aft with a running chorus of oaths and commentaries.
"They run! The white men run! Colonel Sahib, may _we_ also do a little running?" murmured Runbir Thappa, the Senior Jemadar.
But the Colonel would have none of it. "Let the beggars be cut up a little," said he wrathfully. ""Serves "em right They"ll be prodded into facing round in a minute." He looked through his field-gla.s.ses, and caught the glint of an officer"s sword.
"Beating "em with the flat--d.a.m.ned conscripts! How the Ghazis are walking into them!" said he.
The Fore and Aft, heading back, bore with them their officers. The narrowness of the pa.s.s forced the mob into solid formation, and the rear-rank delivered some sort of a wavering volley. The Ghazis drew off, for they did not know what reserves the gorge might hide. Moreover, it was never wise to chase white men too far. They returned as wolves return to cover, satisfied with the slaughter that they had done, and only stopping to slash at the wounded on the ground. A quarter of a mile had the Fore and Aft retreated, and now, jammed in the pa.s.s, was quivering with pain, shaken and demoralized with fear, while the officers, maddened beyond control, smote the men with the hilts and the flats of their swords.
"Get back! Get back, you cowards--you women! Right about face--column of companies, form--you hounds!" shouted the Colonel, and the subalterns swore aloud. But the Regiment wanted to go--to go anywhere out of the range of those merciless knives. It swayed to and fro irresolutely with shouts and outcries, while from the right the Gurkhas dropped volley after volley of cripple-stopper Snider bullets at long range into the mob of the Ghazis returning to their own troops.
The Fore and Aft Band, though protected from direct fire by the rocky knoll under which it had sat down, fled at the first rush. Jakin and Lew would have fled also, but their short legs left them fifty yards in the rear, and by the time the Band had mixed with the regiment, they were painfully aware that they would have to close in alone and unsupported.
"Get back to that rock," gasped Jakin. "They won"t see us there."
And they returned to the scattered instruments of the Band; their hearts nearly bursting their ribs.
"Here"s a nice show for _us_," said Jakin, throwing himself full length on the ground. "A bloomin" fine show for British Infantry! Oh, the devils!
They"ve gone an" left us alone here! Wot "ll we do?"
Lew took possession of a cast-off water bottle, which naturally was full of canteen rum, and drank till he coughed again.
"Drink," said he, shortly. "They"ll come back in a minute or two--you see."
Jakin drank, but there was no sign of the regiment"s return. They could hear a dull clamor from the head of the valley of retreat, and saw the Ghazis slink back, quickening their pace as the Gurkhas fired at them.
"We"re all that"s left of the Band, an" we"ll be cut up as sure as death,"
said Jakin.
"I"ll die game, then," said Lew, thickly, fumbling with his tiny drummer"s sword. The drink was working on his brain as it was on Jakin"s.
""Old on! I know something better than fightin"," said Jakin, stung by the splendor of a sudden thought due chiefly to rum. "Tip our bloomin" cowards yonder the word to come back. The Paythan beggars are well away. Come on, Lew! We won"t get hurt. Take the fife an" give me the drum. The Old Step for all your bloomin" guts are worth! There"s a few of our men coming back now. Stand up, ye drunken little defaulter. By your right--quick march!"
He slipped the drum-sling over his shoulder, thrust the fife into Lew"s hand, and the two boys marched out of the cover of the rock into the open, making a hideous hash of the first bars of the "British Grenadiers."
As Lew had said, a few of the Fore and Aft were coming back sullenly and shamefacedly under the stimulus of blows and abuse; their red coats shone at the head of the valley, and behind them were wavering bayonets. But between this shattered line and the enemy, who with Afghan suspicion feared that the hasty retreat meant an ambush, and had not moved therefore, lay half a mile of a level ground dotted only by the wounded.
The tune settled into full swing and the boys kept shoulder to shoulder, Jakin banging the drum as one possessed. The one fife made a thin and pitiful squeaking, but the tune carried far, even to the Gurkhas.
"Come on, you dogs!" muttered Jakin, to himself, "Are we to play forhever?" Lew was staring straight in front of him and marching more stiffly than ever he had done on parade.
And in bitter mockery of the distant mob, the old tune of the Old Line shrilled and rattled:
Some talk of Alexander, And some of Hercules; Of Hector and Lysander, And such great names as these!
There was a far-off clapping of hands from the Gurkhas, and a roar from the Highlanders in the distance, but never a shot was fired by British or Afghan. The two little red dots moved forward in the open parallel to the enemy"s front.
But of all the world"s great heroes There"s none that can compare, With a tow-row-row-row-row-row To the British Grenadier!
The men of the Fore and Aft were gathering thick at the entrance into the plain. The Brigadier on the heights far above was speechless with rage.
Still no movement from the enemy. The day stayed to watch the children.
Jakin halted and beat the long roll of the a.s.sembly, while the fife squealed despairingly.
"Right about face! Hold up, Lew, you"re drunk," said Jakin. They wheeled and marched back:
Those heroes of antiquity Ne"er saw a cannon-ball, Nor knew the force o" powder,
"Here they come!" said Jakin. "Go on, Lew:"
To scare their foes withal!
The Fore and Aft were pouring out of the valley. What officers had said to men in that time of shame and humiliation will never be known; for neither officers nor men speak of it now.
"They are coming anew!" shouted a priest among the Afghans. "Do not kill the boys! Take them alive, and they shall be of our faith."
But the first volley had been fired, and Lew dropped on his face. Jakin stood for a minute, spun round and collapsed, as the Fore and Aft came forward, the maledictions of their officers in their ears, and in their hearts the shame of open shame.
Half the men had seen the drummers die, and they made no sign. They did not even shout. They doubled out straight across the plain in open order, and they did not fire.
"This," said the Colonel of Gurkhas, softly, "is the real attack, as it ought to have been delivered. Come on, my children."
"Ulu-lu-lu-lu!" squealed the Gurkhas, and came down with a joyful clicking of _kukris_--those vicious Gurkha knives.
On the right there was no rush. The Highlanders, cannily commending their souls to G.o.d (for it matters as much to a dead man whether he has been shot in a Border scuffle or at Waterloo) opened out and fired according to their custom, that is to say without heat and without intervals, while the screw-guns, having disposed of the impertinent mud fort aforementioned, dropped sh.e.l.l after sh.e.l.l into the cl.u.s.ters round the flickering green standards on the heights.
"Charrging is an unfortunate necessity," murmured the Color-Sergeant of the right company of the Highlanders.
"It makes the men sweer so, but I am thinkin" that it will come to a charrge if these black devils stand much longer. Stewarrt, man, you"re firing into the eye of the sun, and he"ll not take any harm for Government ammuneetion. A foot lower and a great deal slower! What are the English doing? They"re very quiet there in the centre. Running again?"