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
"I picked up a little of the language, and learned that the chief in
whose hands you were, lived about fifteen miles away, nearly due west;
that the village stood on the hillside, and was strongly fortified. And
I was fortunate enough in lighting upon it without much difficulty,
and, lying hidden a short distance away, was not long in making you out
at the window. The rest was, of course, easy. Now I put the command
into your hands."
"No, you followed my orders when I was in command of the fort, and now
you have escaped yourself and freed me, you have shown such a capacity
that I certainly do not wish to interfere with your plans. I think that
what you proposed, namely, that we should cross the river and strike
into the mountains away from the frontier, is the best, and we should
hold on in the same direction as long as we are able before trying
to strike down. I have no doubt the search for us both will be very
hot for the next week or ten days, but it is certain to be pursued on
the downward track, as they will make sure that we have made off in
that direction. The news that I have also got away will not be long
crossing the hills to your village, and they will have no difficulty
in connecting the two events, and will think that when they catch one,
that they are sure to catch the other. Is this wood the place where
your pony is hidden?"
"Yes, I have given him a good meal, and he will be ready to start as
soon as we have loaded him up. It is fortunate, indeed, that we have
the moon, and shall therefore have no trouble in keeping the right
direction."
In five minutes they were moving, and made their way down to the river.
At Nita's suggestion they kept up the stream for about a mile and then
struck across for the hills. By morning they were fifteen miles away
in extremely rocky and precipitous country. Here they halted for some
hours, and then made their way downhill. They found that they were in
fact travelling along near the edge of a precipice, at whose foot a
stream ran between lofty cliffs. So steeply did the hills slope down
to the edge of the precipice, that they could only travel with extreme
caution; and even the pony, sure-footed as it was, had difficulty in
keeping its feet. At length, however, the slope became more gradual,
and the ravine widened out into a valley, apparently about half a mile
wide and a mile long. They chose a dip in the descent, and found when
they arrived at the bottom that they were completely sheltered from
the view of anyone passing along the valley. But that the ravine was
to some extent used was evident from the fact that a few cattle were
scattered about.
"I think that we shall be obliged to confiscate one of these animals
for our own use," Carter said; "a diet of flour and grain would be apt
to pall a little even when varied by cheese, and our eventual success
depends on our keeping up our strength."
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