Summary:  twenty Madras fusiliers under Major Jacob, for a fresh assault upon the enemy’s works. Beyond all hope or fear, at four they dashed out of the Cashmere gate, and when they passed safely over the deadly open ground, riddled with shot and shell, that more than once had flung back Havelock’s best men, the wall before them was at once torn down by explosions and escaladed by the stormers. Once inside, the Madras men thrust back, yard by yard, the firing-party that opposed their entrance, gained the garden-court of the main palace, forced their way thence into the great Mussulman’s house, and drove him thence, with never a pause, before them into the deep well- chamber, where, spite of all, he was finally captured white with terror, beneath a trooper of the 60th foot. One hundred and thirty fell that day at its close of Wilson’s brave men, a loss well nigh forgotten amidst the brave story of that triumphant 16th of September.