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 sack was about a third full of grain, another third of meal, and
the remainder was made up of cheeses, some rough clothes, and the rope.
She had also cut a pliant stick some four feet in length, with notches
at each end to carry a string; for it would clearly be necessary to
shoot a note, to begin with, into the window of the prisoner's room.
She made three or four rough arrows, which she tied to the bow. She was
now ready, but the first thing was to get hold of a pony. In order
to do this she once or twice a day took a handful or two of grain to
the pony belonging to one of the Afridis, and in a short time it would
come eagerly to her when she called. At last all her preparations were
ended, and one evening, as soon as the house was asleep, she took a
rifle and a bag of cartridges from the corner where they stood, then
some of the chief's robes down from the wall, and very cautiously
unbarred the door, and, carrying the water-skin with her, closed it
behind her and started for the hiding-place of the sack. Then she
went to the little enclosure where the pony was standing, and calling
softly to it, it came at once to the gate, which she opened, gave it
a mouthful of grain, and taking hold of its mane led it to where her
goods were hidden. She placed two or three of the cloths folded across
its back, then, with some difficulty, fastened the sack and water-skin
on to it. She followed the path leading to the south for four or five
miles, and then struck off in the direction of the village in which
Carter was confined. She had chosen a moonlight night, and made her way
some miles without encountering any great difficulty. Then she came
to a piece of country so rough that she was compelled to halt. At the
first break of dawn she was off again, and succeeded in crossing the
crest of the line of hills separating the valley she had left from the
next. Down this she went for some distance, along places so precipitous
that even the sure-footed pony had difficulty in making its way. At
last she came upon a small ravine which she could see broadened out
lower down. Here she lay down and slept, after giving the pony two or
three handfuls of corn and fastening it up to a bush.
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