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
The Afridis at once pulled down the barricade from the front gate, and
the tribesmen swarmed in. Very soon, however, they were obliged to take
shelter in the various buildings, for the galling fire from the windows
of the mess-house rendered it impossible for them to stay in the open.
At daylight firing ceased altogether and refreshments were served
out to the troops, and the lieutenant and Nita sat quietly down to
breakfast.
"There is no disguising it," he said, "our position is a very critical
one. In the first place, have you any idea how these rascals got into
the fort?"
"I have no certain idea at all, Charlie, but I think that in the dark
they must have somehow cut a hole through the wall.
"I should think that it was something of that sort; they certainly did
not get over it, they could not have done so without being seen by
the sentries. That they should have got in has certainly changed our
position greatly for the worse. They have shown themselves amazingly
determined and enterprising. I have no doubt they will fill every house
whose windows bear on ours, and keep up such a fire that we shall not
be able to show ourselves. Under cover of that fire they will attack
us. We may kill a great many of them, but I fear that in the long run
it will come to the same thing. Our only hope, I think, lies in the
chance that the major has received news of the attack upon us, and
has abandoned all idea of the expedition and is hurrying back to our
relief. God grant that he may arrive to-day, or at latest, to-morrow.
It is no use our shutting our eyes to the fact that our position is a
very grave one."
Nita herself had already seen this, and yet she turned a little pale at
her companion's words. "Well," she said, "I am glad indeed that I put
on your uniform. One can but be killed once, and if they fail to kill
me I shall do it myself. The only thing that troubles me is the thought
of father returning and finding me dead;" and her eyes filled with
tears.
"It is awful; I can say nothing to comfort you," he said sadly, "but we
must keep up each other's courage till the last. There will be no great
occasion to keep up yours, though, for you are the pluckiest girl that
I ever saw. As for my own courage, I am in command here, and must keep
up a brave face, no matter what I may think."
"I am afraid that I am not so brave as I seem to be. It is as much as I
can do really to keep myself from breaking down and crying."
"That is only natural, Nita, and if you would like to have a good cry I
will leave you to yourself for half an hour."
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