"Keep line, lads; steady!" shouted the major as they neared the crest.
"Now get ready for a charge; go right at them. Don't fire a shot till you
are within five paces, then give them three barrels of your revolvers;
then at them with the sword; and keep your other shots in case you are
pressed. Hurrah!"

With a thundering cheer the gallant little band fell on the mutineers,
many of whom had already made their way into the battery, where the
handful of white troops were defending themselves with desperation. Struck
with terror and surprise at this sudden attack, and by the shower of
pistol bullets which swept among them, the enemy wavered and broke at the
fierce onslaught, sword in hand, of these new foes; while the Seventy-
fifth, raising a shout of joy at the arrival of their friends, took the
offensive, swept before them the mutineers who had made their way into the
battery, and, joining the irregulars, drove the mutineers, astounded and
panic-stricken at the fierceness of the assault, pell-mell before them
down the hill.

The reinforcements had arrived but just in time, for Captain Knox, who
commanded at this post, and nearly half his force, had fallen before Major
Warrener's band had come up to their aid. The next day, and the next, and
the next, the sorties from the city were repeated, with ever-increasing
force and fury, each fresh body of mutineers who came into the city being
required to testify their loyalty to the emperor by heading the attack on
his foes. Desperately the little British force had to fight to maintain
their position, and their losses were so serious, the number of their
enemies so large, so rapidly increasing, that it was clear to all that the
most prodigious efforts would be necessary to enable them to hold on until
reinforcements arrived, and that all idea of an early capture of the city
must be abandoned.