them at Nujufghur and routed them, capturing all their guns, thirteen in
number. A curious instance here occurred of the manner in which the least
courageous men will fight when driven to bay. The army of six thousand men
had made so poor a fight that the British loss in killed and wounded
amounted to only thirty-three men. After it was over it was found that a
party of some twenty rebels had taken shelter in a house in a village in
the British rear. The Punjaub infantry was sent to drive them out, but its
commanding officer and many of its men were killed by the desperate
handful of mutineers. The Sixty-first Queen's was then ordered up, but the
enemy was not overpowered until another officer was dangerously wounded
and many had fallen. Altogether the victory over this little band of men
cost us sixteen killed and forty-six wounded--that is to say, double the
loss which had been incurred in defeating six thousand of them in the
open. The result of this engagement was that the road in the rear of the
British camp was perfectly open, and the Warreners experienced no
hindrance whatever in approaching the camp.

Dick had, after crossing the Oude frontier, left his bear's skin behind
him, and adopted the simple costume of a native peasant, the blue cloth
and a white turban, Ned having begged a piece of white cotton for the
purpose. Traveling only at night, when the natives wrap themselves up very
much, there was little fear of Dick's color being detected; and as he kept
himself well in the background during the short time of an evening when
Ned appeared in public, he had passed without attracting any attention
whatever.

The Warreners' hearts leaped within them on beholding, on the afternoon of
the 3d of September, a party of British cavalry trotting along the road,
two miles from camp.