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 am quite ready," Nita said, "and I have no doubt the pony is too.
His sack has been getting lighter and lighter every day, and I think
that we haven't more than thirty or forty pounds left, and as we have
always been able to get water, I don't think that there is more than
enough in the water-skin to balance the sack."
"I am sorry that the provisions are getting short," Carter said, "but
it is an immense advantage, in climbing about among these hills, to
have such a light burden. The pony ought to be able to make its way
wherever we can, so, as we don't want to cut ourselves adrift from
the valleys, I should say that we had better work round the foot of
the hills, in which case we ought to be well to the south of the next
valley before day breaks. Fortunately they can have no idea who we are.
That we are strangers, and curious ones, they of course know, but we
are so far out of the road which they would think the escaped prisoners
would take, that it is not at all likely that they will in any way
associate us with them, even if they have heard of our escape, which is
very improbable. They will therefore have nothing to indicate the road
we are taking. All they really do know of us is that we have a rifle,
and can shoot straight."
CHAPTER VII
A SKIRMISH
They started at once, not trying to mount the hillside above the point
where they had been hidden, but to keep along as far as possible at
the same height. After making their way painfully for a couple of
hours, they came to a spot from which they could see the valley below
them. They then gradually made their way down till only two or three
hundred feet above its bottom, and then kept along its side. In the
still night air they could hear many voices, and knew that the coming
of these mysterious and dangerous visitors was being warmly discussed.
Lights burned much later than was usual in the villages, but at last
these altogether disappeared, and they ventured still lower, keeping,
however, a sharp look-out for any villages situated on the spurs. The
valley was not above eight or ten miles long, and they were well past
it before morning dawned.
The country they now entered was a little more precipitous and rugged
than that they had recently passed, and they agreed that it would be
impossible to climb over it, and that they would have to make use of
the pass. They therefore chose a good hiding-place some distance up on
the hill. It was sheltered from behind by a precipice, at whose foot
grew a clump of bushes of considerable size.
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