“The doctor? I have not seen him this morning.”
“But he’s been here, sir. He said you were in such a beautiful sleep that you warn’t to be woke up, for it was doing you no end of good.”
“But he said something?” said Bracy anxiously. “Have we had news?”
“Tip-top, sir. One of the little Ghoorkha chaps got back soon after daylight—one of the three that was sent different ways.”
“But the news?”
“He got into the fort, sir, and brought a despatch from the Colonel.”
“Yes, yes,” said Bracy breathlessly.
“They was all well, but hard up for everything, ’speshly ammynition; but they could hold out for three days; and as soon as we come up he’s going to make a sally and attack the Dwats in the rear.—Oh, sir, it is hard, and no mistake!”
“Thank Heaven!” cried Bracy softly. “There, my lad, I can lie and rest now.”
“Yes, sir, that’s the worst of it.”