“See, see!” cried Tom; “here comes an aide-de-camp from Lord Raglan; for my part, I believe that the cavalry will do the work if General Cathcart does not come up in time.”
Just as this remark was made, the English infantry were seen descending along the Woronzoff Road. As they marched on they left some troops in the two western redoubts deserted by the Turks; and the naval officers had to move down the hill a little way to allow them to pass on to Number 4 redoubt, close to which General Cathcart halted his troops. As he did so, a cloud of skirmishers were seen advancing along the causeway towards the Russians in front of the Aratabia. Here the general appeared to have made up his mind to remain, instead of advancing and driving the Russians before him, as Jack thought he would do. Having got clear of the English infantry, the naval officers again took up their post on the top of the hill, whence they could look directly down on the Heavy and Light Cavalry Brigades, near which they distinguished Lord Lucan, the general commanding them.
“I wonder nothing is being done,” exclaimed Jack at length; “if they don’t look sharp about it, those Russians will carry off the Turkish guns in spite of them.”
“Here comes an officer, at all events, from Lord Raglan, in hot haste; he must be a first-rate horseman,” exclaimed one of the naval officers, “or he would break his neck coming down that steep hill.”
As he spoke, he pointed to the side of the Chersonese, down which an aide-de-camp was seen galloping at a speed on which few horsemen over such ground would have ventured. Though every moment it seemed that his horse must come down and crush him as it fell, he continued his course in safety, and then came galloping up to Lord Lucan.
“He’s saying something pretty strong, if we are to judge by his gestures,” observed Jack; “see, he is pointing with his sword up the valley. No, it must be at the Russians on the causeway. He’s ordering the cavalry to do just what those infantry fellows ought to have done long ago; and so they would have done it if they had had their will.”
“I know that aide-de-camp,” remarked one of the party; “he is Captain Nolan, he belongs to General Airey’s staff.”
Directly afterwards Lord Lucan was seen addressing Lord Cardigan, who immediately galloped forward towards where the light cavalry were drawn up.
“See, the regiments of light cavalry are forming line; they are going to attack the Russians near the redoubts, after all,” exclaimed Jack. “The heavy cavalry is preparing to support them; they will drive away the Russians as chaff before the wind.”
After this, few remarks were made by any of the group, so deeply interested were they in watching what was going forward. Lord Cardigan was seen to place himself at the head of the light cavalry, while Lord Lucan came closer to them. All eyes, however, were riveted on Lord Cardigan and the light cavalry; he could easily be distinguished by his commanding yet slight figure, as he sat upon his tall charger at a distance of some five horses’ lengths in front of the line, which now began to advance. The spectators expected to see the light cavalry wheel with their left shoulders forward towards the Russians on their right front, whom it was supposed they were about to attack. Instead of doing so, Lord Cardigan, sitting in his saddle, with his face down the valley, galloped on straight before him. Scarcely had he gone a hundred paces, when a figure, recognised at once as that of Captain Nolan, was seen to dash out from the left of the line and to gallop diagonally across the front. The aide-de-camp was waving his sword, pointing eagerly towards the Russians on the right, who were engaged in endeavouring to carry off the guns captured from the Turks.