CHAPTER XIV.
THE BESIEGED RESIDENCY.
The Warreners were taken to Gubbins' House, or garrison, as each of these fortified dwellings was now called; and the distance, short as it was, was so crowded with dangers and disagreeables that they were astonished how human beings could have supported them for a month, as the garrison of Lucknow had done. From all points of the surrounding circle shot and shell howled overhead, or crashed into walls and roofs. Many of the enemy's batteries were not above a hundred yards from the defenses, and the whistling of musket balls was incessant.
Here and there, as they ran along, great swarms of flies, millions in number, rose from some spot where a bullock, killed by an enemy's shot, had been hastily buried, while horrible smells everywhere tainted the air.
Running across open spaces and stooping along beneath low walls, the Warreners and their conductor, Captain Fellows, reached Gubbins' House. Mr. Gubbins himself—financial commissioner of Oude, a man of great courage and firmness—received them warmly.
"You will find we are close packed," he said, "but you will, I am sure, make the best of it. I am glad to have you, for every man is of value here; and after the bravery you have shown in coming through the enemy's lines, you will be just the right sort of men for me. I
