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 officers appeared in no way surprised at the orders. There had been
some discussion among them on the previous evening about the fort being
left so slenderly guarded, and they were pleased to see that their
officer was determined not to be caught napping. A tour of inspection
was made, and each man was instructed in the position that he was to
occupy in the case of assault. The weakest spot was the gateway, which
was commanded by a native mosque a hundred yards away, several low
buildings surrounding it.
"I wish I could pull that place down," he said to Nita; "but it is more
than I can venture to do when we have really nothing to go upon. The
major has always said that if we were going to be attacked he should
not hesitate to level it to the ground, but he could not venture to
do so unless the danger were imminent, as its destruction would be
bitterly resented by all the people round."
"Don't you think, Charlie, that if we were to plant a couple of barrels
of powder under it, and lay a train by which it could be fired, that it
would smash it up pretty completely? We have a large store of powder,
and can spare two or three barrels for the purpose."
"It is a capital idea, Miss Ackworth, and I will carry it out to-night
when the people in the village are all asleep. Upon my word, if it were
in accordance with military discipline, I should feel disposed to hand
over my command to you, for your brain works quicker than mine does, by
a long way."
"I am quite content to serve under you," she said. "I dare say I
shall have other suggestions to make later on; some, no doubt, will
be possible, others the contrary, but I shall submit them for your
approval or rejection, knowing very well that some of them would be
impracticable. Now look here: I shall find it frightfully dull taking
my meals by myself, and I don't suppose you will find it lively, so I
wish you would join me on the veranda of our bungalow."
"I don't know, Miss Ackworth, whether your father would quite approve
of that."
"Nonsense!" the girl laughed; "you know I am not in any way to be
regarded as a young lady yet. Besides, my father was going to send me
very soon down to Bombay, and from there to England, under your escort,
which shows that he considers you a prudent and trustworthy guardian
for me. If I were at home all day by myself I am sure that I should get
the jumps. My brain is always busy, and, as father's representative
here, I think I ought to be able constantly to confer with you; and
I am sure it will be more pleasant for you to sit in our veranda and
smoke your pipe and put up with my chatter, than it would be for you
to be moping by yourself in the ante-room. If you like I will promise
to talk as childishly as I can, and with all due respect to you as
commander of the garrison."
Carter laughed. "Very well, Miss Ackworth; it would certainly be a
great deal more pleasant for me, and you must take the responsibility
when the major returns."
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