fifty yards from the road, they awaited the passage of the regiment. They
had not been in their hiding-place five minutes when the head of the
column appeared.

"They march in very good order, Ned; do you think that they would keep up
such discipline as that after they had mutinied?"

"I don't know. Dirk; but they'll want all their discipline when they come
to meet our men. For anything we know we may be the two last white men
left in India; but when the news gets to England there will be such a cry
throughout the land that, if it needed a million men to win back the
country, I believe they would be found and sent out. There! There are two
mounted officers; I can't see their color, but I don't think they are
white."

"No, Ned; I am sure they are not white; then they must be mutineers. Look!
Look! Don't you see they have got three prisoners? There they are,
marching in the middle of that column; they are officers; and oh! Ned! I
do think that the middle one's father." And the excited boy, with tears of
joy running down his cheeks, would have risen and dashed out had not Ned
forcibly detained him.

"Hush! Dick! and keep quiet. Yes! It is father! and Dunlop and Manners.
Thank God!" he said, in deep gratitude.

"Well, let's go to them, Ned; we may as well be all together."

"Keep quiet, Dick," the elder said, holding him down again; "you will
destroy their chance as well as ours. We must rescue them if we can."