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
"Oh no, I don't mean that I am going to, for if I began to cry I don't
know when I should stop; and," she added, with an attempt at a smile,
"that would shake my hand, and I shall want it to be as steady as I
can. I think that I can promise that every shot shall tell this time. I
dare say it seems horrid to you that I should be so bloodthirsty, but
I hate them all so for coming down and attacking us like this that I
would kill them all with one blow if I could."
"I wish you could, very heartily," he said with a smile. "You have been
a great friend to me," he went on, taking her hand; "your high spirits
have kept me up, and I don't know what I should have done without you.
It was you that thought of blowing up the mosque, which I should say
must have accounted for a great number of them, not to mention those
you brought down with your pistol. You have forgiven my speaking so
sharply to you, I hope?"
"I have never thought of it since; you were quite right to blow me up,
and I felt that at the time. Yes, we have been great friends, and I
have told myself scores and scores of times what a little fool I was to
have thought that you were rather stupid because you talked so little
and didn't seem to care much for entering into the amusements of the
others."
"No, I know that I was not what you call a good comrade, but I could
not help it. I fancy I was shy, and I did not care much for any of
their sports; besides, I knew that they regarded me rather as a
killjoy, and that kept me from mixing with them much."
"Well, you have had your turn now, Charlie, and no one could have come
out of it more splendidly. You will be a great soldier some day, if--"
and she stopped.
"If I live, yes. I hoped some day to have got a chance of
distinguishing myself. And the chance has come, but, as you say, it is
unlikely that it will ever come again. But, as you also said, one can
but die once, and at least I hope that I shall die with credit, and a
soldier can wish no more. But I would give all the few hours I may have
left to me to know that you would escape."
"That is all nonsense, Charlie; I am only a girl, and a girl's life
is not worth anything. If it wasn't for my father I should be fairly
content."
"Well," he said, "it is no use talking. We shall have to do the best we
can when the time comes. I must go round and see after the men."
CHAPTER IV
PRISONERS
There was but a short cessation of hostilities, and then from every
building round a blaze of musketry burst out. The men were at once
called down from the upper rooms, where there were no shutters, and
planted at the loopholes of those on the ground floor. "Don't throw
away a shot," was the order given to them; "keep well in shelter, and
when you do fire take care that you bring down your man."
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