But the siege of Mooltan, in so far as the Guides were concerned, was chiefly memorable for bringing prominently to notice the gallant and romantic figure of Fatteh Khan, Khuttuk.  This noble fellow was one of those Bayards of the East who know no fear, and as soldiers are without reproach.  Born of a fighting stock and fighting tribe, cradled amidst wars and alarms, he developed the highest qualities of a brave, resolute, and resourceful partisan leader.  Always ready, always alert, nothing could upset his equanimity, nothing take him by surprise, while no odds were too great for him to face.  With the true instinct of the cavalry leader he struck hard and promptly, and upheld in person the doctrine that boldness, even unto recklessness, should be the watchword of the light cavalryman.  Yet this paladin of the fight could barely write his name.  It is not every soldier who has the opportunity nowadays, as in the days of champions, to perform a historic deed in the open with both armies as spectators.  Yet so it happened to Ressaldar Fatteh Khan one hot day in August, 1848, before the walls of Mooltan.

Lumsden was absent on some duty; indeed, there were only three British officers, and these took turn and turn about in the trenches, when a messenger galloped into the Guides’ camp to report that a marauding party of the enemy’s cavalry, some twenty strong, had driven off a herd of General Whish’s camels which were grazing near his camp.  Fatteh Khan, as ressaldar, was the senior officer in camp, and at once gave the order for every man to boot and saddle and get to horse at once.  The little party, numbering barely seventy, led by Fatteh Khan, followed the messenger at a gallop for three miles to the scene of the raid.  Arrived there they suddenly found themselves confronted, not by a marauding troop of horsemen hastily driving off a herd of camels, but by the whole force of the enemy’s cavalry, some twelve hundred strong.  These veteran swordsmen and lancers, of whose skill and bravery in battle we had had ample proof during this and previous wars, had been sent out to intercept a convoy of treasure expected in the British camp.  Having, however, failed in their mission, they were leisurely returning to Mooltan, when a little cloud appeared on their fighting horizon.  Some returning patrol, no doubt, they thought, some frightened stragglers driven in perhaps, some stampeding mules or ponies.  But no! the little cloud now discloses a little line of horsemen, tearing along as if the devil drove.  The whole mass of cavalry, like startled deer, halted and stared at this reckless onslaught; and while thus standing, transfixed with astonishment, Fatteh Khan and his gallant troop of Guides were on them.