We had with us fifty European and fifty Native soldiers, the senior officer of the party being Captain Gordon, of the 75th Foot.

A single door separated us from the lane which led to the Burn bastion.

Lang, of the Engineers, burst this door open, and out dashed the party.

Rushing across the lane and up the ramp, the guard was completely surprised, and the bastion was seized without our losing a man.
Early the next day we were still sapping our way towards the Lahore gate, when we suddenly found ourselves in a courtyard in which were huddled together some forty or fifty _banias_,[2] who were evidently as much in terror of the sepoys as they were of us.

The men of our party nearly made an end of these unfortunates before their officers could interfere, for to the troops (Native and European alike) every man inside the walls of Delhi was looked upon as a rebel, worthy of death.