"We stared at each other for a minute without speaking, and then
Charley said:
"'This is a rum go, and no mistake, old man.'
"'You're right, Charley. My opinion is, we've made fools of ourselves.
Let's be off out of this.'
"We staggered to our feet, for we both felt like drunken men, made
our way to our horses, poured a mussuk of water over our heads,
took a drink of brandy from our flasks, and then, feeling more like
ourselves, mounted and rode out of the jungle.
"'Well, Harley, if the glimpse of futurity which I had is true,
all I can say is that it was extremely unpleasant.'
"'That was just my case, Charley.'
"'My dream, or whatever you like to call it, was about a mutiny of
the men.'
"'You don't say so, Charley; so was mine. This is monstrously
strange, to say the least of it. However, you tell your story first,
and then I will tell mine.'
"'It was very short,' Charley said. 'We were at mess--not in our
present mess room--we were dining with the fellows of some other
regiment. Suddenly, without any warning, the windows were filled
with a crowd of Sepoys, who opened fire right and left into us. Half
the fellows were shot down at once; the rest of us made a rush to
our swords just as the niggers came swarming into the room.
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