hundred yards of the village; then at the word "Charge!" they went at it
with a wild rush, delighted that at last they were to get hand to hand
with their foe. Not a shot was fired or a shout uttered as they threw
themselves upon the mutineers; the bayonet did its work silently and
thoroughly.

A breach once made in the enemy's line, position after position was
carried--Highlanders, Sixty-fourth men, and Sikhs vieing with each other
in the ardor with which they charged the foe, the enemy everywhere
fighting stubbornly, though vainly.

At last, at six in the evening, all opposition ceased, and the troops
marched into the old parade ground of Cawnpore, having performed a twenty-
two miles' march, and fought for five hours, beneath a sun of tremendous
power.




CHAPTER XII.

DANGEROUS SERVICE.


On the morning of the 17th of July the troops rose with light hearts from
the ground where they had thrown themselves, utterly exhausted, after the
tremendous exertions of the previous day. Cawnpore was before them, and as
they did not anticipate any further resistance--for the whole of the
enemy's guns had fallen into their hands, and the Sepoys had fled in the
wildest confusion at the end of the day, after fighting with obstinacy and