He remembered all about George Lechmere now.  He had the reputation of being the best judge of cattle in the neighbourhood, and a thoroughly steady fellow, but he could see no resemblance in the shrunk and wasted face to that he remembered.

That evening both the officers and men in the hospital were carried away to the new one outside the town.  When the doctor came in before they were moved, he told Mallett that the man he had seen had recovered from his swoon.

“He was very nearly gone,” he said, “but we managed to get him round, and it seems to me that he has been better since.  I don’t know what he said to you or you to him, and I don’t want to know; but he seems to have got something off his mind.  He is less feverish than he was, and I have really some faint hopes of pulling him through, especially as he will now be in a more healthful atmosphere.”

It was a comfort indeed to all the wounded when late that evening they lay on beds in the hospital marquees.  The air seemed deliciously cool and fresh, and there was a feeling of quiet and restfulness that was impossible in the town, with the constant movement of troops, the sound of falling masonry, the dust and fetid odour of decay.

A week later the surgeon told Mallett that he had now hopes that the soldier he was interested in would recover.

“The chances were a hundred to one against him,” he said, “but the one chance has come off.”

“Will he be fit for service again, doctor?”

“Yes, I don’t see why he should not be, though it will be a long time before he can carry his kit and arms on a long day’s march.  It is hot enough now, but we have not got to the worst by a long way, and as there is still a vast amount of work to be done, I expect that the regiment will be off again before long.”

“Well, at any rate, I shall be able to go with you, doctor.”

“I don’t quite say that, Mallett,” the doctor said, doubtfully.  “In another fortnight your wound will be healed so that you will be capable of ordinary duty, but certainly not long marches.  If you do go you will have to ride.  There must be no more marching with your company for some time.”

A week later orders were issued, under which the regiment was appointed to form part of the force which, under the command of General Walpole, was to undertake a campaign against Rohilcund, a district in which the great majority of the rebels who had escaped from Lucknow had now established themselves.  Unfortunately, the extent of the city and the necessity for the employment of a large proportion of the British force in the actual assault, had prevented anything like a complete investment of the town, and the consequence had been that after the fall of the Kaiser Bagh, by far the greater portion of the rebel force in the city had been able to march away without molestation.

Before leaving, Mallett had an interview with George Lechmere, who was now out of danger.