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said Belinda , trembling , and clutching tightly hold of my arm : ` what do I see ? yes -- no -- yes ! it is -- OUR BUNGALOW IS IN FLAMES ! ' `` It was true , the spacious bungalow occupied by Mrs. Major-General was at that moment seen a prey to the devouring element -- another and another succeeded it -- seven bungalows , before I could almost ejaculate the name of Jack Robinson , were seen blazing brightly in the black midnight air ! `` I seized my night-glass , and looking towards the spot where the conflagration raged , what was my astonishment to see thousands of black forms dancing round the fires ; whilst by their lights I could observe columns after columns of Indian horse , arriving and taking up their ground in the very middle of the open square or tank , round which the bungalows were built ! '' ` Ho , warder ! ' shouted I -LRB- while the frightened and trembling Belinda clung closer to my side , and pressed the stalwart arm that encircled her waist -RRB- , ` down with the drawbridge !