Boys of the Light Brigade: A Story of Spain and the Peninsular WarStrang, Herbert
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Boys of the Light Brigade: A Story of Spain and the Peninsular War
Strang, Herbert
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Juvenile fiction
"Wait here," said Jack, springing from his horse. "Don’t make a sound.
I’m going forward to reconnoitre. Hold my horse’s rein, Kelly, and don’t
let him champ his bit."
He ran forward, round a slight bend in the road. In two minutes he was
back.
"Men," he said in a low voice, "there’s a road to the right, and half a
dozen Frenchmen riding down towards us. I think they’re French—by their
helmets. We four are a match for the six, eh?"
The men grinned.
Jack rapidly took stock of the situation. The wind was almost due east;
he and his men were riding north-east, and as they were the smaller
party, and had been travelling only at walking pace, it was not likely
that the enemy had heard them coming. The idea of dismounting his men
and forming an ambuscade at first suggested itself. Jack glanced round
for a convenient tree or post to which they might tether the horses; but
though there were plenty of trees beyond the orchard wall, the only way
in was a quarter of a mile to their rear. This meant that even if the
ambuscade were successful two at least of the enemy would be almost
certain to escape, for Jack and his men, with three carbines and a
pistol, could at the best only account for four at the first volley, and
the remaining two would have a start of half a mile before they could be
pursued. On the other hand, if Jack told off a man to hold the horses,
his striking force would be reduced to three, and there was always the
risk that two of the horses—young Spanish chargers purchased at
Salamanca and only half-trained—would break away at the sound of the
firing. For these reasons Jack preferred to trust to cold steel.
Giving his commands almost in a whisper, he drew up his men in line
under cover of the wall, about thirty yards from the cross-road,
ordering them to be in readiness to charge at the word. Each man
silently drew his sabre and Jack uncovered his sword, still fresh as
when he received it from the makers in Pall Mall. It was not perhaps
quite so suitable for the purpose in hand as the weapons carried by the
troopers, but Jack knew that it was of the highest temper, and felt
confident that it would not fail him.
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