Gil the Gunner: The Youngest Officer in the EastFenn, George Manville
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Gil the Gunner: The Youngest Officer in the East
Fenn, George Manville
Great Britain. Army -- Colonial forces -- India -- Juvenile fiction; Young men -- Juvenile fiction
"A horseman rode over to bid me have refreshments ready for his highness
this afternoon, which he will partake of with you, and afterwards the
tents are to be taken down, bullock-waggons will come, and we shall
sleep at the palace to-night. But my lord does not seem glad."
"Glad?" I said bitterly. "Why, this means that I, too, am to go."
"Yes, my lord; thy servant said so, and it is right. The great doctor
spoke to me, and said that you wanted a change from here."
"Oh no," I cried.
"But the great doctor said so, my lord. He knows. My lord was nearly
dead when he was brought here, but the good medicine brought him back to
life, and now he is nearly strong. This place is good, and it was made
ready for my lord, but it is very lonely, and the wild beasts are always
about the tents at night."
Salaman said no more, but walked away. He had already said too much.
I was in agony, and could think no more, for it appeared as if my chance
had been thrown away. Only a few hours back, and Dost was talking to
me, there, where my meal was spread, and I, his master, had let him go,
instead of ordering him to take me away with him.
I bitterly reproached myself for what I looked upon as my weakness in
giving way, though I know now that I did quite right, for of course I
could not foresee so sudden a change. I had expected it, and we had
discussed its probability, but I had hoped that there would be time for
my rescue first.
"Once inside the city, Brace will not have much chance of getting me
away," I said to myself despondently; and then, as I sat thinking over
my unhappy lot, and of the coming interview with the rajah, there was
only one way in which I felt that I could help myself, and that was to
seem worse instead of better when my captor came.
But I threw that idea aside directly; it was too contemptible.
"I must act like an English officer," I said. "It would be despicable
to sham, and he would see through it all at once."
Like many another one in such a position, I gave up thinking at last,
and prepared myself for the inevitable.
"After all," I mused, "he may not think me well enough, and then there
will be a respite. If he does say I am to go, well, I suppose it will
be to a prison."
I could not help feeling low-spirited, and the more so that on the other
hand there was the temptation offered to me of going straight to a
palace, and taking up at once my position, boy as I was, as the rajah's
most trusted leader of his troops.
The time went slowly on, and I sat expecting to hear the jingling of the
escort's accoutrements; but hour after hour passed, it would soon be
sundown, and then there would be another day's respite.
Salaman had made great preparations, and I was astonished at their
extent, for I had not thought it possible so elaborate a meal could be
prepared out there in the forest; but when I made some remark thereon,
he only smiled and said--
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