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
Had anyone been keeping special watch in the courtyard, they would
have seen a number of dark figures clustering between the wall and the
hospital. During that and the preceding night a party of Afridis had
gathered at the foot of the wall, crawling forward, one by one, on
their stomachs. They were armed only with spear and knife, and with
these had attacked the wall noiselessly, working the stones out one by
one, unobserved and undreamt of by the watch on the wall above. The
first night they had almost completed their work, and by three in the
morning on the second had made an opening through which two men could
pass abreast; then one had gone back to the village, and presently a
stream of men were passing through the wall.
When all was ready they burst out with triumphant yells. They were,
however, ignorant of the position of the various houses, and scattered
miscellaneously. A moment later the bugle sounded, and twenty men in
reserve at once made a rush to the mess-house. The defenders of the
wall came running down the various steps leading from the battlements.
Many of these were cut down on the way, but twelve of them managed to
join their comrades at the mess-house.
Nita sprang up when the first yell broke out, seized her revolver and
a box of cartridges, and had reached the mess-house just as the party
in the yard came in. The door was kept open until the last fugitive
entered, desperately wounded, and followed by a mob of the exulting
Afridis, who, however, were prevented from entering the building.
Each man had been instructed as to the place he should occupy in
case they were driven from the wall, and the Punjaubis took up their
positions in stern silence.
"Where is Lieutenant Carter?" Nita asked. "Has anyone seen him?"
"I am here, Miss Ackworth, and, thank God, you are here too. I was one
of the last to come in, for I hung round your bungalow to help you if
necessary."
Candles and lanterns had been placed on the table, and Nita took a
match-box from her pocket and lit several of them.
"Hullo, Miss Ackworth, is that really you?" said the astonished
lieutenant as soon as a light was struck.
"Really and truly," she said; "you rather scared me yesterday by your
talk, so I got into your uniform before I lay down."
"You did well," he said; "and I should certainly take you for a lad who
had just joined the regiment. Well, I must not stay here. The first
thing is to go round and rearrange the posts, for we have little more
than half our original number now. I shall only leave three or four men
on this floor at present, and shall at once open fire from the upper
windows. I shall be much obliged if you will stay down here."
"Certainly I will do so. I will place myself near the main door, and
will let you know if the enemy seem to be collecting for an attack upon
it."
"You are a brave girl," he said, "and I wish I had two or three dozen
like you."
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