A Voyage round the World: A book for boysKingston, William Henry Giles
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A Voyage round the World: A book for boys
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction
and legs, and he sat in one corner with a man to watch him. I had been
asleep some time, when I felt Jerry pulling at my arm. I looked up.
The light of the moon was streaming in through a gap in the roof, for
the storm which had threatened had passed off. Jerry put his finger to
his lips to impose silence, and pointed to the Indian. He was sitting
up; his hands were free, and he was busily employed in disengaging his
legs from the lashings which secured them. What to do I scarcely knew.
If the prisoner would go away without hurting any one, I thought it
would be the best thing that could happen. Then it occurred to me that
if he escaped he might give information to his friends of our
whereabouts, so I thought it would be best to stop him. I was on the
point of singing out, when up sprung the Indian, the long knife of his
sleeping guard in his hand. He was about to plunge it into the man,
when Jerry's and my shouts arrested his arm, and leaping down the
trap-hole at which the ladder was placed, before those who had been
aroused could catch hold of him, away he flew through the village.
Pursuit was instantly made, but before the foot of the ladder could be
reached, he was out of sight. Those who had gone after the Indian
returned looking very foolish; and the man who had charge of him was
soundly rated, but that was all that could be done. I found that the
same reason for apprehension was entertained by the party which had
occurred to me. However, after a time, the Mexicans got tired of
watching, and all lay down again in their places. I could not go to
sleep. I did not like the thought of that Indian escaping, and I
wondered that Captain Driscoll did not take more precautions to guard
against a surprise. I found that Jerry was awake, and when I told him
my ideas he agreed with me. We lay still for a little time, and then we
got up and looked out. The night was perfectly still and fine. We
fancied that if anybody were stirring we should not fail to hear. We
went back into the loft, and then found that Captain Driscoll was awake.
He asked us what we had been about. We told him our apprehensions. He
laughed, and replied, that after the drubbing we had given the red
rascals they would not venture to come near us.
"The Duke of Wellington tells us that we should never despise our
enemies, whoever they may be," I answered.
Captain Driscoll laughed. "The duke was not thinking of Red Indians,"
he observed. "Don't be alarmed, my boys, the thieves won't come."
Scarcely had he uttered the words, when there was a neighing, and
kicking, and stamping of horses' feet in the court-yard below us. We
looked out. The place was full of Red Indians!
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