The Afghan force, after half an hour’s effort to carry the village held by the Highlanders, moved off to their left and, working along the hills, took post on the heights beyond Bala-Hissar.  In the meantime General Macpherson, having dispersed a strong body of the enemy up the valley, marched back towards Cabul and, coming across the scene of the late action, brought in the bodies of the dead officers.  The guns had already been carried off for, as the enemy advanced, Colonel Macgregor ­collecting a handful of lancers and artillery men ­worked round to their rear and ­dispersing a small body of the enemy, who had lingered at a village near the guns ­succeeded in extricating the cannon from the swamp, and carried them off to Sherpur.

From the signal post established above Bala-Hissar, an order was flashed to General Baker ­who was many miles away ­to inform him of what had occurred, and to order him to march back, with all speed.  Late that evening he arrived, with his column; and the British force was again united.

The next day, 560 men of Macpherson’s brigade ­composed of portions of the 67th, the 72nd, the 3rd Sikhs, and 5th Ghoorkas ­were sent out to attack the enemy; who had established themselves upon a lofty peak, south of Cabul.  The Afghans occupied the crest in strength and, hidden behind the hill, had 5000 or 6000 men lying in wait, to attack the assailing party in the rear as they pressed upwards.

The position was, however, too strong to be carried.  After several hours of fighting, the little British force had driven the Afghans from the lower part of the hill; but were unable to mount towards the crest, for ammunition was running short, and the enemy were too strongly posted.  General Roberts therefore ordered Macpherson to hold the ground which he had gained, until next morning, when more troops would be sent.

At eight o’clock in the morning, accordingly, General Baker moved out from Sherpur, with a strong force, and attacked the enemy’s position in flank; while Macpherson continued his advance in front.  The Afghans fought desperately, and clung to their position until the British were close up; when a desperate hand-to-hand struggle took place, and the British became masters of the position.

While the fighting had been going on, great masses of the enemy had come down from the end of the valley, and threatened the road between Sherpur and Cabul.  The 9th Lancers made a magnificent charge among them, broke them, and drove them back.  Several other brilliant charges were made, and the plain was kept clear of the enemy.  Captain Butson, however ­who commanded ­was killed, and two other officers wounded.

With each hour that passed the position grew more serious, as immense bodies of the enemy were seen, advancing from all sides.  The city was now in open revolt, and the small garrison there with difficulty held their own.

One more effort was made to drive the enemy off the hills.  Early on the 15th General Baker, with 1200 infantry and eight guns, left the cantonment.  After very severe fighting, the enemy were driven from their lowest positions but, as Baker advanced, a body of from 15,000 to 20,000 of the enemy marched out across the plain, towards the position just captured.  Steadily they advanced, and the shells which our mountain guns sent among them, and the volleys poured down from the face of the hill, did not suffice to check them in the slightest.  Reassured by their own enormous numbers, and feeling that success was in their grasp, they pressed forward; and desperate fighting took place.  A position held by the 5th Punjaub Infantry was carried by their attack, and two guns were lost; but the rest of the positions were maintained.

Seeing that it was impossible to hold the Bala-Hissar and Cabul, in the face of the hordes opposed to him ­which were estimated, by the general himself, as numbering 80,000 men; but which the Afghans, themselves, afterwards acknowledged were between 100,000 and 120,000 ­General Roberts determined to concentrate his troops at Sherpur.  Baker was ordered to maintain the position he held, at all costs, until the troops from the Bala-Hissar were withdrawn.  This he did; and although, as he fell back, the Afghan hordes swarmed round him, he fought his way back to Sherpur and, by nightfall, all the British force were safely gathered in the cantonments there.

Two days previously, General Roberts had telegraphed for the regiments most advanced in the passes, below, to come forward.  They arrived on the morning of the 16th, and the general had no longer any anxiety as to his ability to hold the cantonments ­for months, if necessary ­against the attacks of the Afghans.

Had these attacked on the morning following what was virtually a victory ­whilst still flushed with triumph and excitement ­it would have needed all the efforts of the English to hold their position, against so formidable an attack.  The Afghans, however, contented themselves with occupying several walled villages near the cantonment, and keeping up an incessant fire upon it.  Meanwhile, their main body indulged in wild excesses in Cabul ­sacking the Hindoo quarter, and plundering all the shops, without much distinction of nationality.

Thus, three days elapsed; the British making the most of the time afforded them, by strengthening the weak points of their defenses Lines of wagons were placed in the gap between the unfinished wall and the foot of the hill.  Wires were stretched in all directions, and chevaux-de-frise erected beyond.

On the 18th the enemy came down in force and, for some hours, a tremendous musketry fire was kept up at the position; but the fire of the musketry and guns, from the walls, was so hot that they did not venture upon an attack.

The following day General Baker sallied out and attacked a fortified post, a few hundred yards from the wall.  From this place the enemy had greatly annoyed the garrison.  After some severe fighting the Afghans were driven out, and the place blown up.

On the evening of the 22nd the general received news that the Afghans, having prepared a great number of ladders for the assault, intended to attack that night.  There had been several similar warnings but, this time, the news proved correct.  A signal fire was lit upon one of the heights at four in the morning and, at five o’clock, the plain was covered with the enemy.  Quietly they crept up in the darkness, towards the walls; and at six o’clock a prodigious shouting was heard, and from the villages, orchards, and enclosed ground upon all sides, the enemy dashed forward to the assault.

As they approached, they opened fire on all sides; pressing chiefly towards the weak point, near the foot of the hills.  But, tremendous as was the roar of the Afghan fire, it was drowned by the roll of musketry which broke from the whole circuit of the walls; where the British troops, rifle in hand, had been lying for three hours, waiting the attack.  So terrible was the storm of lead that swept the plain that the Afghans paused, in their advance.  For two hours they remained around the walls ­yelling, shouting, and firing heavily ­but all the efforts of their leaders could not induce them to rise from the ground, and hazard a charge.  Many dropped within eighty or ninety yards of the wall but, beyond that, the bravest dared not advance.

When morning broke, the welcome news was brought down ­from the outlook on the top of the hill ­that far across the plain could be seen the tents of the force of General Gough; who was coming up through the passes, to the relief of the garrison.  The news had reached the assailants, also.  Considerable bodies of the enemy were observed moving out from Cabul, as if with the intention of attacking the relieving force.

The assailants of the British position ­finding their inability to produce the smallest impression ­were now beginning to waver; and General Gough ordered the cavalry and horse artillery to go out, by the road which led through a gorge in a hill behind, and to sweep round and take them in the rear.

This they did, with immense success.  At the moment that they fell upon the enemy, the British infantry sallied out from the cantonment and attacked them in front.  A panic seized the Afghans.  In a few minutes the whole plain was covered with flying fugitives; among whom our cavalry swept backward and forward, cutting them up in all directions; while the fire of our infantry, and of the guns on the walls, searched them through and through, whenever they attempted to gather in a knot, and make a stand.

By nightfall, the whole of the Afghans had either fled to the hills, or were driven into Cabul.  Upon the following day General Gough’s force marched in but, before their arrival, it was found that the enemy had again evacuated the city; and the British were, as before, masters of the position.  After the decisive defeat which had been inflicted upon them, and the dispersion of the great force which had gathered, confident of victory, there was little fear of any further attempt on the part of the enemy.  They had brought their whole force into the field and, as this was defeated and dispersed, before the arrival of General Gough with his reinforcements, it was evident that success could not be hoped for against the united strength of the English.

The time passed quietly, now.  The Bala-Hissar and Cabul were reoccupied and, as the natives were cowed by the crushing defeat they had experienced, there was no longer any repetition of the insolent and defiant manner which they had, before, manifested.

On the 3rd of January a message was brought to the orderly room that the general wished to see Sergeant Gale.  Upon his presenting himself at the general’s quarters, Sir Frederick Roberts ­to his surprise ­at once advanced, and shook him warmly by the hand.

“Mr. Gale,” he said, “I am very happy to inform you that the Horse Guards have acted upon my recommendation, seconded by that which was sent in by your colonel ­who wrote at once, upon receiving a notification from me of the step I had taken, saying that you had distinguished yourself very highly, in the attack upon the Peiwar-Khotal, and that he was convinced that you would make, in all respects, an excellent officer.  With my despatches that have just come in, I have received a notification that my request has been attended to; together with a copy of the Gazette, in which you are appointed to the 66th Regiment.

“I have to congratulate you, sir.  You are now an officer; and will, I am quite sure, do every credit to my recommendation.”

The young soldier was, for a moment, too moved at the tidings to speak coherently; but he murmured his thanks to the general for his kindness.

“Do not say anything about that,” the general said, heartily.  “It is a pleasure, to me, to have been able to advance a promising young soldier.

“I am only sorry that you are not gazetted to a regiment in my own division.  The 66th are at Candahar; and unfortunately they will not, I understand, form part of a column with which General Stuart will advance, in the spring, up the valley through Ghuzni to this place.  Had it been so, it would have been best for you to wait their arrival here but, as it is, you had better go down the pass to India, and work round and join your regiment.  It is a long road, but it is always best for a young officer to be with his regiment ­especially when in the field ­and it is possible that they may have their share of fighting, round Candahar.

“And now, there is one thing more.  You will have to get an outfit, and there will be the expense of your travel, until you join your regiment.  There will be no difficulty about an outfit.  This you can procure easily, on the sale of some officer’s effects.

“By the by, poor young Thompson, who died yesterday, was about your size; and you had better bid a lump sum for the whole of his kit.  I shall be happy to be your banker for that, and the needful sum for your traveling expenses.  When you join your regiment you will, of course, be able to draw your pay, from the date on which you were gazetted.”

Will thanked the general very heartily for his offer, but said that he had 100 pounds standing at his account at the bank of Hindostan, which had been presented to him by the owners of the vessel in which he arrived there; and that this would be more than sufficient for all his needs, if the general would kindly authorize the staff paymaster to cash his drafts upon the bank.

This request was at once granted.  The paymaster of Lieutenant Thompson’s regiment estimated that the effects of the young officer would sell, at auction, for about 20 pounds; and this sum William Gale gladly paid, thereby obtaining a complete outfit of regimental and civilian clothes, and under linen of all descriptions.  Another 30 pounds bought him a horse and saddlery while, for 5 pounds, he obtained a rough pony for the use of Yossouf ­who steadily refused to leave him, although Will pointed out to him that, glad as he should be to have him with him, it would be far more to his advantage to remain among his people at Cabul, where he had means of settling comfortably.

Upon the following day ­having obtained his new uniform, which he found required no alteration to fit him fairly ­William Gale dined with General Roberts; who had kindly invited him in order to introduce him, in his new position, to the officers of his staff He was obliged to remain three or four days longer at Sherpur, until a strong escort, with sick, was going down through the passes to Jellalabad.  His baggage was stowed upon a camel and, after a kind adieu from General Roberts, and a very cordial one from the staff sergeants ­among whom he had worked for three months ­he started with the convoy for the lower valleys.

The escort consisted of a hundred men of the infantry of the Guides.  The way down the pass was difficult; but no snow had fallen for three weeks, and the roads were fairly beaten down by passing parties.  Still, their progress was slow and, late on the afternoon of the second day after starting, they were still four miles from the fort of Jugdulluk; which was held by a British force, and where they were to halt for the night.

The Guides were on the alert.  A party of four men were 200 yards ahead of the little column, which was commanded by Captain Edwards.  Presently a shot rang out from the front, followed by a scattered discharge.  William Gale was, at the moment, riding by the side of Captain Edwards.  He had already placed himself under that officer’s orders, in case of any emergency.

“Mr. Gale,” Captain Edwards said, “will you ride forward at once, with six men, to the advanced party.  When you get there, take such measures as you may think fit; and send me back word as to the strength and position of the enemy.”

With six of the Guides, Will at once rode forward; while Captain Edwards halted, until the little column was gathered closely together -   the camels and dhoolies, with sick men, in the center; the soldiers, in readiness for action, around them.

A soldier now ran up with a slip of paper, upon which Will had scribbled, in pencil -  

“The enemy are apparently in considerable force.  The defile opens here.  They are disposed among rocks and boulders, on either side.”

Will, on arriving at the advanced party, had found at once that the force of the enemy was too strong for him to attempt to move forward, at present.  He had posted the men behind boulders by the wayside, ordering them to pick off any man that showed himself; and they were soon engaged in a sharp musketry skirmish with the enemy.  One of their number had fallen at the first discharge; and Will, taking his rifle, used it with effect, until the head of the convoy arrived.

It was now fast becoming dark, and the flashes of the enemy’s fire, from behind the rocks, showed how numerous were the assailants.

“There must be a couple of thousands of the scoundrels,” Will said to Captain Edwards, as the latter came up to ascertain the state of affairs.  “Hampered with the convoy, the position is an awkward one.  It is fortunate they attacked where they did; for we can hold our own here while, if they had waited till we got fairly down into this comparatively open valley, and then attacked us on both flanks, it would have been very awkward.

“We must try and clear them out.  We cannot stop here all night.  It is freezing very sharp, now; and the cold will be intense, in an hour or two.”

“I will take thirty men,” Captain Edwards said, “and skirmish along among the rocks on the left.  Do you take as many more, and move along the right of the path.  The remaining forty shall stay here, under my sergeant, to guard the convoy from an attack in rear, in case any of the enemy should come down the defile behind us.”

The fight soon became exceedingly hot.  Making their way along the rocks, on either side of the path, the Guides slowly drove the enemy before them.  It was hard work, however, for the tribesmen fought steadily and, as those in front fell back upon those lower down the valley, their resistance became every moment more obstinate.  Eight of Will’s party had already fallen; but although, sword in hand, he was leading them, encouraging them with voice and gesture, not a bullet had as yet struck him.

Presently Captain Edwards, having crossed the valley, stood by his side.

“We are at a standstill,” he said.  “Nine of my men are killed or wounded, already; and the fellows are as thick as peas.  I am afraid we shall never be able to force our way through.

“There,” he exclaimed, as a sound of firing was heard in the rear, “they have come down on the convoy from behind.  We had better, I think, fall back a bit; and take post near the mouth of the defile.  We must defend ourselves, as best we can, till morning.”

The movement was steadily executed, the wounded men being carried with them as they retired.  The tribesmen advanced as they fell back ­not venturing to press them, however; for the rear guard kept their faces towards them, and any who ventured to show themselves instantly paid the penalty of their rashness.

For an hour the fight went on.  It was night now, and dark as pitch in the deep valley in which the fight was going on; the position of the combatants being only indicated by the flickering flashes of the muskets.  The Afghans were gradually creeping nearer, as the Guides could see, by the flashes.

“If the fellows only make a determined rush at us,” Captain Edwards said to Will, “it will go hard with us.  Fortunately, they are as much in the dark as we are, and will find it difficult to gather for a rush.”

“I think we may hold out till morning but, by that time, news that we are blockaded here will spread throughout the hills, and we may have 10,000 of them down on us.  I think, if you will give me leave, the best plan will be for me to try and make my way down to Jugdulluk, to bring up help from there.”

“You would never get through,” Captain Edwards advised.  “It is a brave offer, Gale, but could not be done.”

“I think it might be done,” Will said.  “It is as dark as pitch.  I will take my lad with me, and will borrow a native cap and cloak from one of the bearers ­there are some Afghans among them.  I will take off my patrol jacket, and leave it behind me, and my boots.  We will crawl along in the dark.

“If ­as is likely enough ­we stumble against some of them, we will say we are wounded, and are making our way to the rear.  They cannot see us in the dark, and my Afghan will pass muster; and Yossouf will certainly not be suspected.  If I am discovered and killed, he will go forward and deliver the message.”

The plan seemed to offer every possibility of success; and Captain Edwards, seeing how serious the position was, consented to allow Will to attempt it.

A few words to Yossouf sufficed to inform him of the task Will was about to undertake, and he at once agreed to share the danger.  A rough sheepskin cap was obtained for Will from one of the camel men.  His tunic was thrown off, and a posteen ­or Afghan sheepskin coat ­was put on, in its place.  He took a long matchlock, which the camel man carried, slung over his shoulders; took off his boots, and thrust a pair of loose Afghan shoes into his belt.  Yossouf needed no preparations, beyond borrowing a matchlock.

Wringing Captain Edwards’ hand, Will stooped on his hands and knees and, with Yossouf a pace or two ahead, began to crawl down the path.  Before starting, the orders had been sent round to the soldiers to fire at the rocks on either side of the path, but on no account to fire down the road, itself.  As he expected, Will found this clear of Afghans, for a considerable distance.  A heavy fire had, previous to their starting, been directed down this path; to prevent the Afghans from gathering there in the darkness, preparatory to making a rush.  They came across several dead bodies, but the enemy were all behind rocks, on one side or other of the road.

When they had crawled a hundred yards, they were past the front line, from which the Afghans were keeping up a heavy fire; but Will knew that, from their numbers, they must extend far back down the valley and, indeed, from almost every rock the flashes of the matchlocks blazed out, as the lurking tribesmen fired in the direction of the mouth of the defile.

They were nearly a quarter of a mile down when an Afghan ­who had been crouching behind a rock, close to the path ­advanced into the road to fire, when he stumbled against Yossouf.

“What are you doing?” he exclaimed.

“We are both wounded, by the Kaffirs,” Yossouf answered; “and are making our way back, to bind up our wounds.  I think my arm is broken; but I mean to come back again, to have a few more shots at the infidels.”

“Good!” the Afghan replied.  “How goes it in front?”

“Their fire is lessening,” Yossouf said.  “We must have killed many.  We shall finish with them in the morning, if not before.”

The Afghan fired, and then retired behind his rock to load again; while Will and Yossouf continued their way.

A few hundred yards farther, they rose to their feet.  Will slipped on the Afghan shoes; and they then proceeded, at a rapid pace, down the pass.  Several times they withdrew from the road, and hid beside it, as they met parties of tribesmen hurrying up to join in the attack but, in an hour after starting, they heard the welcome challenge of the sentry, at Jugdulluk.

Saying who he was, Will was at once passed forward into the fort, and taken to the quarters of the officer in command.

“I am Lieutenant Gale, of the 66th,” Will said, “and was on my way down the pass with the convoy of wounded, and 100 men of the Guides, under Captain Edwards.  They have been attacked at the lower end of the defile, some four miles above, by a very strong body of tribesmen.  They are attacked front and rear.

“I have made my way through to ask you if you can despatch a force to their rescue.  Were the tribesmen attacked in their rear, now, they might be scattered easily enough; but they are assembling very fast and, in the morning, it will be a difficult matter to reach them.”

“We have fancied,” the officer said, “for the last two hours that we heard distant firing; but we could not be sure, for any noise echoes so, in these mountains.  I will set out at once with you, with as many men as I can spare.”