farewell:

"Well, old fellow, _Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori_, and you see
it's my case."

Such was the spirit which animated every officer and man of the little
army before Delhi; and it is no wonder that, day after day, and week after
week, they were able to repulse the furious attacks of the ever-increasing
enemy.

On the 9th, 10th, and 11th fresh sorties were made. Before daybreak on the
13th a large force of the mutineers came out quietly, and worked their way
round to the left, and just as it began to be light, made a furious
assault on the company of the Seventy-fifth who were holding the flagstaff
battery. Warrener's Horse were encamped on the old parade-ground,
immediately behind and below the flagstaff, and the men leaped from their
beds on hearing this outburst of firing close to them.

There was a confused shouting, and then the major's voice was heard above
the din:

"Breeches and boots, revolvers and swords, nothing else. Quick, lads; fall
in on foot. We must save the battery at all hazards."

In a few seconds the men came rushing out, hastily buckling on their
belts, with their pouches of revolver ammunition, and fell into rank; and
in less than two minutes from the sound of the first shot the whole were
dashing up the steep ascent to the battery, where the tremendous musketry
fire told them how hardly the Seventy-fifth were pressed.