A Soldier's Daughter, and Other StoriesHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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A Soldier's Daughter, and Other Stories
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Adventure stories; Fiction
"It was really wrong of you, Miss Ackworth. The attack was serious,
but I never thought for a moment that they would take the gate, and it
certainly never entered my mind that you would expose yourself to being
killed in this way."
"I took every precaution, Charlie, and fired sometimes from one
loophole and sometimes from another; and as I must have accounted for
quite twenty-five men, I honestly believe that I, at least, did as much
as any of your soldiers, and probably a good deal more."
"That is all very well," he said; "I don't say that you did not do good
service, and I admit that my orders did give you some sort of license;
however, this must not occur again, or I shall consider it my duty to
order you to keep your place in the hospital, and shall have to put a
sentry at the door to prevent you from coming out under any pretence
while fighting is going on. You must remember that I shall have to
account for your safety to the major when he returns, and that were
anything to happen to you the blame would fall upon my shoulders, and
would not be put down to your wilfulness. However, should the time
ever come when we are driven to our last corner, I shall then authorize
you to use your pistol."
Glad to have got off so easily, Nita went down to the hospital. There
were but few wounded, and these, as before, had been hit principally on
the head and shoulder. Lieutenant Carter came in shortly afterwards:
"Let me have a look at your patients, Miss Ackworth; I have gone
through the St. John's ambulance course and am pretty good at
bandaging. I see that you have taken great pains with the men, but I
think that I can possibly make a little improvement here and there.
Besides, in some cases, I may be able to get the balls out. It will
be more than a week before the surgeon is back with your father, and
extracting a bullet might make all the difference between life and
death. I have brought in a case of instruments the doctor left behind
him. Do you think that you could help me?"
"Certainly I could," she said; "I think my first attack of weakness
will be my last."
"Well, then, let us set to work."
With two or three of the patients the ball had penetrated too
deeply, but where it had lodged comparatively close to the surface,
Carter managed to find its position with a probe, and in four cases
he succeeded in getting it out. The patients behaved with heroic
fortitude, and although the operation was necessarily painful, bore it
without a murmur. When the work was done and the wounds bandaged again,
he said: "Now, Nita, a little fresh air would do you good; come with
me up to the ramparts. I am going to try the effects of an explosion.
It is certain that the enemy are all gathered now in the mosque and
village, and possibly after their defeat of this morning such a blow
will disconcert them altogether, and send them to the right-about."
"I should think it would," Nita agreed. "What loss did they suffer this
morning, do you think?"
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