I don't know if any of you gentlemen have ever read or heard anything of that old fort.It is a very queer place- the queerest that ever I was in, and I have been in some rum corners, too.First of all it is enormous in size.I should think that the enclosure must be acres and acres.There is a modern part, which took all our garrison, women, children, stores, and everything else, with plenty of room over.But the modern part is nothing like the size of the old quarter, where nobody goes, and which is given over to the scorpions and the centipedes.It is all full of great deserted halls, and winding passages, and long corridors twisting in and out, so that it is easy enough for folk to get lost in it.For this reason it was seldom that anyone went into it, though now and again a party with torches might go exploring.
"The river washes along the front of the old fort, and so protects it, but on the sides and behind there are many doors, and these had to be guarded, of course, in the old quarter as well as in that which was actually held by our troops.We were short-handed, with hardly men enough to man the angles of the building and to serve the guns.It was impossible for us, therefore, to station a strong guard at every one of the innumerable gates.What we did was to organize a central guardhouse in the middle of the fort, and to leave each gate under the charge of one white man and two or three natives.I was selected to take charge during certain hours of the night of a small isolated door upon the south-west side of the building.Two Sikh troopers were placed under my command, and I was instructed if anything went wrong to fire my musket, when I might rely upon help coming at once from the central guard.As the guard was a good two hundred paces away, however, and as the space between was cut up into a labyrinth of passages and corridors, I had great doubts as to whether they could arrive in time to be of any use in case of an actual attack.
"Well, I was pretty proud at having this small command given me, since I was a raw recruit, and a game-legged one at that.For two nights I kept the watch with my Punjabees.They were tall, fierce-looking chaps, Mahomet Singh and Abdullah Khan by name, both old fighting men, who had borne arms against us at Chilian Wallah.
They could talk English pretty well, but I could get little out of them.They preferred to stand together, and jabber all night in their queer Sikh lingo.For myself, I used to stand outside the gateway, looking down on the broad, winding river and on the twinkling lights of the great city.The beating of drums, the rattle of tomtoms, and the yells and howls of the rebels, drunk with opium and with bang, were enough to remind us all night of our dangerous neighbours across the stream.Every two hours the officer of the night used to come round to all the posts to make sure that all was well.
"The third night of my watch was dark and dirty, with a small driving rain.It was dreary work standing in the gateway hour after hour in such weather.I tried again and again to make my Sikhs talk, but without much success.At two in the morning the rounds passed and broke for a moment the weariness of the night.Finding that my companions would not be led into conversation, I took out my pipe and laid down my musket to strike the match.In an instant the two Sikhs were upon me.One of them snatched my firelock up and levelled it at my head, while the other held a great knife to my throat and swore between his teeth that he would plunge it into me if I moved a step.
"My first thought was that these fellows were in league with the rebels, and that this was the beginning of an assault.If our door were in the hands of the sepoys the place must fall, and the women and children be treated as they were in Cawnpore.Maybe you gentlemen think that I am just ****** out a case for myself, but I give you my word that when I thought of that, though I felt the point of the knife at my throat, I opened my mouth with the intention of giving a scream, if it was my last one, which might alarm the main guard.The man who held me seemed to know my thoughts; for, even as I braced myself to it, he whispered: `Don't make a noise.The fort is safe enough.
There are no rebel dogs on this side of the river.' There was the ring of truth in what he said, and I knew that if I raised my voice I was a dead man.I could read it in the fellow's brown eyes.I waited, therefore, in silence, to see what it was that they wanted from me.
"`Listen to me, sahib,' said the taller and fiercer of the pair, the one whom they called Abdullah Khan.`You must either be with us now, or you must be silenced forever.The thing is too great a one for us to hesitate.Either you are heart and soul with us on your oath on the cross of the Christians, or your body this night shall be thrown into the ditch, and we shall pass over to our brothers in the rebel army.There is no middle way.Which is it to be- death or life? We can only give you three minutes to decide, for the time is passing, and all must be done before the rounds come again.'
"`How can I decide?' said I.`You have not told me what you want of me.But I tell you now that if it is anything against the safety of the fort I will have no truck with it, so you can drive home your knife and welcome.'
"`It is nothing against the fort,' said he.`We only ask you to do that which your countrymen come to this land for.We ask you to be rich.If you will be one of us this night, we will swear to you upon the naked knife, and by the threefold oath which no Sikh was ever known to break, that you shall have your fair share of the loot.Aquarter of the treasure shall be yours.We can say no fairer.'
"`But what is the treasure then?' I asked.`I am as ready to be rich as you can be if you will but show me how it can be done.'
"`You will swear, then,' said he, `by the bones of your father, by the honour of your mother, by the cross of your faith, to raise no hand and speak no word against us, either now or afterwards?'
"`I will swear it,' I answered, `Provided that the fort is not endangered.'
