Just in front, the 75th Foot (many of the men in their shirt-sleeves) were forming square to receive a body of the rebel horse.

A little to the left of the 75th, Remmington's troop of Horse Artillery and Bourchier's battery had opened fire from the park without waiting to put on their accoutrements, while the horses were being hastily harnessed by the Native drivers and _saices_.

Still further to the left, the 9th Lancers and Gough's squadron of Hodson's Horse were rapidly saddling and falling in.

On the right the 8th Foot and the 2nd and 4th Punjab Infantry were busy getting under arms, while beyond, the three squadrons of Punjab Cavalry, under Probyn and Younghusband, were hurrying to get on the enemy's flank.
Watson galloped off to take command of the Punjab Cavalry, and Norman and I rode in different directions to search for the Brigadier.

While thus employed, I was stopped by a dismounted _sowar_, who danced about in front of me, waving his _pagri_[8] before the eyes of my horse with one hand, and brandishing his sword with the other.