“No,” said the rajah, hastily; “my people would not attack him.”
“There’s something wrong at the barracks,” cried Brace, excitedly. “He said treachery.”
I felt the blood thrill through my veins at these words; and then I stepped closer to Gunner Denny, whose eyes had now opened widely, and he was staring wildly round, till his gaze rested on me, and he made a sign to me to bend down.
“Look out, sir,” he said, in a faint voice. “Ah! Water!”
His eyes seemed to film over, but as water was trickled between his lips, he swallowed a little with difficulty, and revived, while we leant over him, listening intently for his next words.
“Mutiny,” he panted; “don’t go back.”
“What!” cried Brace; and I saw a movement amongst the rajah’s people, and they gathered round him.
“This morning,” said Denny, faintly. “Quarters seized; Major and Mr Barton cut down.”
“Great Heavens!” cried Brace.
“Masters of the barracks—Sepoy regiment—down town—murdered their officers—I—got away—came on, and—”