"The life of a Sikh," said he, "and the oath of a Sikh are one.

We swore to serve our friends.

To try to cut our way back would be but to die for our own comfort." "You should have led us back that first night, when the attack was spent," said Gooja Singh.
"I was not in command that first night," Ranjoor Singh answered him, and who could gainsay that?
At irregular intervals British shells began bursting near us, and we all knew what they were.

The batteries were feeling for the range.
They would begin a new bombardment.

Now, therefore, is the end, said we.