TWENTY-FOURMANU and I dismounted and waited silently and with a mysterious calmness for the approaching officers. They rode fast, then slowly; they checked their horses a little behind that of the General; all their faces were similarly set and all except one had a gray cast. One—my husband’s—was white.
“What does this mean, Mrs. Reeve?” the General asked quietly.
“What it seems to mean, sir, I suppose.”
“Are you aware that by military law we would have been justified in regarding your action as aiding and abetting the mutineers and kept on firing?”
“I didn’t think about that.”
“I believe I know what you did think. I heard your testimony, as given by Major Haines, in regard to the sepoy who struck his captain. He was a member of this company. You believed that the company mutinied bec
