Fix Bay'nets Part 44

It was just then that Doctor Morton came in, and for the moment he frowned; but the angry look pa.s.sed off after a glance at Bracy.

"I was afraid you would disturb him," he said; "but there is no need to mind; he will sleep a great deal for days, till this state of exhaustion has pa.s.sed off. My dear boys, what a night we had! I wonder that any of us are alive."

"There were some narrow escapes, Doctor," said Roberts.

"Awful, awful; and what a morning for me! I feel as if I could do as Bracy is doing--sleep for days; but here I am with a terrible load of fresh cases on my hands, and my chief nurse turned into a patient--Gee's wife. What a woman! what a woman! She must have descended from the Amazons of old. But there, I must go; I only wanted to see that poor Bracy was all right."

"And you do think he is, Doctor?" said Roberts.

"Sure of it, sir. He'll be back with his company before long."

He nodded sharply, and after a word or two with Gedge, who looked ten years older for his night's work, the room was left for sleep, and the young officers hurried off to their several duties. For there was ample work for every one of the defenders, whose loss had, however, been wonderfully small, the Ghazis having been comparatively helpless after their successful entry, their attacks being repulsed by the bayonet, and the soldiery for the most part having the advantage of the walls, while their fanatical foes were raging about the court, repulsed at every attempt to get on close quarters with the infidels they sought to destroy.

As the morning wore on, and the horrible traces of the deadly fray were rapidly removed by the fatigue-parties set to work, a soft breeze from the mountains waited away the heavy clouds of mist, the sun came out, and with it the horrors of the night faded away so rapidly that, had it not been for the blackened ruins of the fodder-store, it would have been hard to realise the fact that such a night had been pa.s.sed.

Scouting parties went, out in different directions, and returned all with the same report--that the enemy had disappeared, not a trace of them being visible, not even one of the dead or wounded, though their losses must have been considerable. That evening a time of perfect rest seemed to have descended upon Ghittah, which, by the light of the sinking sun, looked, with its magnificent surroundings of dazzling snow-peak, verdant hill, forest, and falling water, orange, golden, and sparkling in the reflections from the glorified sky.

"Yes, lovely, lovely," said Colonel Graves sadly, "if one could only feel that we might lie down and sleep in peace."

"Well, can't we?" said one of the younger officers. "Surely, sir, this has been such a lesson as the enemy will not forget."

"Quite right," said the Colonel; "they will not forget it, nor rest till they have had revenge."

"But look at their losses last night," said the Major.

"I do," replied the Colonel; "but men are plentiful up here in the hills, and they all belong to a fighting race. If they were not fighting with us they would be among themselves, and it is the education of their boys: being taught to fight."

"Then you think they'll renew their attacks, sir?" said Roberts.

"I feel sure of it, and they must find us more upon the _qui vive_ next time. I feel ashamed for allowing myself to be such an easy victim to their cunning _ruse_."

"Never mind now," said the Major; "it has furnished us with a fine supply of fresh meat."

"Yes," said the Colonel sadly; "but at a heavy cost of wounded men."

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

AFTER A REST.

The Colonel was right; there were plenty of men in the hills, and they all belonged to fighting tribes-men who, whether Moslem or of the various sects which inhabited the vast tracts of mountainous countries, looked upon it as a religious duty to cut off every one who believed differently, as an infidel or a dog. Many days, then, had not elapsed before there was another gathering of the fierce tribes, whose object was to secure the fort, with its wealth of arms and ammunition. But during the week of respite Colonel Graves and his officers were busy enough. The country round was foraged for stores; and, partly in fear, but as much for the sake of cheating good customers and making everything possible out of the people whom they might be helping to slaughter the very next day, a couple of the tribes brought in grain, fodder, and other necessaries largely.

So the loss incurred by the burning of the store was soon made up, and the fort was better provisioned than ever, even to being prepared to stand the stern winter when it should leave the hills and descend to the valleys and plains.

No despatches had reached the fort for some time past; but the last, in answer to the Colonel's report of his having relieved the fort, where all was well, and that he had no doubt of being able to hold it as long as was necessary, bade him go on holding it at any cost, and wait for further orders. But if he found reinforcements necessary to give the tribes a severe lesson, he was to communicate with the station in the Ghil Valley, whence a Ghoorkha regiment would be immediately despatched to his help.

A little council of war was held, in which Colonel Wrayford managed to take part; and, after due consideration, it was decided that the help was not required, for the unanimous opinion was that the Ghittah force could hold its own, and that they did not need any regiment to come in and carry off part of the laurels they wished to keep for themselves.

Doctor Morton had probably been the busiest man at the station; for, after the repulse of the night attack, every hospital-bed had been occupied, and an additional ward provided; but he had hardly a loss, and he went about, as Gedge said, "looking as proud as a two-tailed peac.o.c.k in a 'logical garden."

Certainly he chuckled and rubbed his hands a great deal over his patients; and one evening at the mess dinner, when the topic had arisen of the number of men he had sent back to duty cured, and all were rejoicing in the fact, that Bracy--looking thin and careworn, but now wonderfully well--was back in his place, the Doctor, who was pleased and flattered, became exceedingly confidential, and talked more freely than was his wont.

"There, dear boys," he said: "I won't be a sham. I've worked hard among my cripples, of course, and I'm proud of what I've done. If you want an example of the powers of surgery, there you are--look at Bracy. He's a better man than ever now. Look at his condition--hard as a nail. Got rid of all that superfluous fat."

"Here, gently, Doctor," cried Bracy, flushing. "What superfluous fat?"

"All that you got rid of, sir."

"Why, I've always been thin."

"You leave me to judge best what you have always been, sir. I know.

Come, you'll own that you're well as ever now?"

"Certainly."

"Be satisfied, then. Well, as I was saying, my dear boys, I'll be quite open with you all. I've been wonderfully successful with all my cases-- have I not?"

"Wonderfully," came in a chorus.

"And frightfully modest," whispered Drummond.

"Eh! what is that, Mr Drummond?" cried the Doctor. "I heard what you said. Don't you offend me, for you may come under my care some day.

Now, then, all of you--wonderfully successful. Yes, Mr Drummond, and modest too, as you'll own if you'll let me finish my remarks before you stick yourself up as a judge. For I'm going to let the cat out of the bag."

"Let's have her, Doctor," cried the younger men merrily.

"Here she is, then," said the Doctor. "My colleague. She has done ten times as much for the wounded as I have."

"He means Mrs Gee," said Bracy quietly. "Well, she is a splendid nurse."

"Ha! what a woman!" said the Colonel. "She is quite well now, Doctor-- is she not?"

"Always is," said the Doctor. "Absolutely perfect."

"I don't understand you, Doctor. The poor woman suffered a great deal in her daring defence of her patients."

"Hah! we're playing at cross purposes," said the Doctor importantly.

"You're talking about Mrs Gee."

"Of course. Weren't you?"

"Pish! Poo! Bah! No. I meant my great help and patroness Dame Nature."

"Oh!" ran round the table, in disappointed tones.

"Yes, gentlemen," repeated the Doctor; "Dame Nature. She has set all my wounded right again, and put it to my credit. Why, if the poor fellows had been in stuffy barracks down in the hot plains they'd have died like flies. But up here, in this wonderfully pure mountain air, all I have to do is to see that the wounds are carefully bandaged, and cuts and bullet-holes grow up and together again in no time. As for the hill-men, their surgeon seems to be the next man, who operates with a bit of rag."

"And kills or cures at once," said Roberts, smiling.