strife weight and power tell their tale, and not one of the two thousand
men who formed the garrison escaped; two thousand dead bodies were next
day counted within the four walls of the garden.

The battle had now raged for three hours, but there was more work yet to
be done. From the walls and minarets of the Shah Nujeeff a terrible fire
had been poured upon the troops as they fought their way into the
Secunderbagh, and the word was given to take this stronghold also. The
gate had been blocked up with masonry. Captain Peel was ordered to take up
the sixty-eight-pounders and to breach the wall. Instead of halting at a
short distance, the gallant sailor brought up his guns to within ten yards
of the wall, and set to work as if he were fighting his ship broadside to
broadside with an enemy. It was an action probably unexampled in war. Had
such an attack been made unsupported by infantry, the naval brigade would
have been annihilated by the storm of fire from the walls, and Dick
Warrener's career would have come to a close. The Highlanders and their
comrades, however, opened with such a tremendous fire upon the points from
which the enemy commanded the battery, and at every loophole in the wall,
that the mutineers could only keep up a wild and very ineffectual fire
upon the gunners. The massive walls crumbled slowly but surely, and in
four hours several gaps were made.

Then the guns ceased their fire, and the infantry with a wild cheer burst
into the garden of the Shah Nujeeff, and filled the mosque and garden with
the corpses of their defenders. The loss of the naval brigade in this
gallant affair was not heavy, and Dick Warrener escaped untouched.

Evening was approaching now, and the troops bivouacked for the night. The
Ninetieth and that portion of the Fifty-third not engaged in the assault
of the Secunderbagh and Shah Nujeeff were now to have their turn as