Every man felt proud, and happy in the thought that he had taken his share in a siege, which would not only be memorable in English history till the end of time, but which had literally saved India to us.

The little band made the fort re-echo with their cheers, when the news came in.
Caps were thrown high in the air, and the men indulged in every demonstration of delight.
Clive was not a man to lose time.

The men were at once formed up, and marched into the abandoned camp of the enemy; where they found four guns, four mortars, and a great quantity of ammunition.

A cloud of dust was seen approaching, and soon a mounted officer, riding forward, announced the arrival of Captain Kilpatrick's detachment.
Not a moment was lost, for Clive felt the importance of, at once, following up the blow inflicted by the repulse of the enemy.

Three days were spent, in continuous labour, in putting the fort of Arcot again in a position of defence; and, leaving Kilpatrick in charge there, he marched out with two hundred Europeans, seven hundred Sepoys, and three guns, and attacked and took Timari, the little fort which before baffled him.
This done, he returned towards Arcot to await the arrival of a thousand Mahratta horse, which Murari Reo had promised him.