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"Sikhs of the Cavalry, Father," I said, and we edged our way up the line of horses two abreast and found the Deputy Commissioner, his helmet smashed on his head, surrounded by a knot of men who had come down from the Club as amateur constables and had helped the Police mightily. "We'll keep 'em on the run till dawn," said Petitt, "Who's your villainous friend?"
I had only time to say: The Protection of the Sirkar! when a fresh crowd flying before the Native Infantry carried us a hundred yards nearer to the Kumharsen Gate, and Petitt was swept away like a shadow. 'I do not know I cannot see this is all new to me! moaned my companion. 'How many troops are there in the City? 'Perhaps five hundred, I said.
'Sikhs of the Cavalry, Father, I said, and we edged our way up the line of horses two abreast and found the Deputy Commissioner, his helmet smashed on his head, surrounded by a knot of men who had come down from the Club as amateur constables and had helped the Police mightily. 'We'll keep 'em on the run till dawn, said Petitt. 'Who's your villainous friend?
I had only time to say: "The Protection of the Sirkar!" when a fresh crowd flying before the Native Infantry carried us a hundred yards nearer to the Kumharsen Gate, and Petitt was swept away like a shadow. "I do not know I cannot see this is all new to me!" moaned my companion. "How many troops are there in the City?" "Perhaps five hundred," I said.
'It is expedient that one man should die for the people, said Petitt grimly, raising the shapeless head. 'These brutes were beginning to show their teeth too much. And from afar we could hear the soldiers singing 'Two Lovely Black Eyes, as they drove the remnant of the rioters within doors. Of course you can guess what happened? I was not so clever.
Petitt, the Deputy Commissioner, covered with dust and sweat, but calm and gently smiling, cantered up the clean-swept street in rear of the main body of the rioters, "No one killed yet," he shouted. "I'll keep 'em on the run till dawn! Don't let 'em halt, Hugonin! Trot 'em about till the troops come." The science of the defence lay solely in keeping the mob on the move.
With these passed the lights and the shouting, and Wali Dad began to swear under his breath. From Fort Amara shot up a single rocket; then two side by side. It was the signal for troops. Petitt, the Deputy Commissioner, covered with dust and sweat, but calm and gently smiling, cantered up the clean-swept street in rear of the main body of the rioters. 'No one killed yet, he shouted.
"It is expedient that one man should die for the people," said Petitt, grimly, raising the shapeless head. "These brutes were beginning to show their teeth too much." And from afar we could hear the soldiers singing "Two Lovely Black Eyes," as they drove the remnant of the rioters within doors. Of course you can guess what happened? I was not so clever.
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