"Ah, you may laugh, sir, but there's an awful lot. Seems too many for us to beat, but we've got to do it, I suppose."
"Yes," said Sree, smiling, "we have got to beat them; but they will not come on all at once."
"How many shots did you fire last night, Mike?" said Harry banteringly.
"I didn't count, sir," said the man quietly; "you see, I got so excited. Didn't feel half so scared as I thought I should. Hands trembled a bit first time I pulled the trigger, but they didn't afterwards. I suppose I was too busy."
"Didn't you count your cartridges?"
"No, sir. I took a belt full, and some in my pockets."
"And how many did you bring back?" asked Phra.
"None at all, sir."
"Michael was between Lahn and the sahibs," said Sree quietly, "and I hope he will fight by our sides the next time the enemy come on. I like to be fighting with a brave Englishman at my side."
"Yes, sir; coming, sir," cried Mike, and he ran out of the room, with a very red face.