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
Just then, still in the costume of an ordinary budmash, but with his
face washed clear of his black disguise, Mr Brooke rode up, and asked
leave to join the advance.
"Why?" said my father, abruptly.
"I know every inch of the country for miles round, and I can land them
close up to the Residency by the forest gate at the back," said Mr
Brooke, earnestly. "Besides, I should like to make a dash in and tell
the poor shivering creatures I have brought them help."
"Go," said my father, abruptly; and a minute later the dust was rising,
the lance-points glittering, and the wheels of the guns and limbers were
giving forth their peculiar dull, clattering rattle as we advanced at a
trot across the burning plain.
This pace was soon reduced to a walk, of necessity, so as to have the
horses as fresh as possible when we went into action, and after a time
the lancer captain reined back and joined Brace and Haynes, who were
riding close by me, and Mr Brooke rode to us at a sign from Brace.
"Now, gentlemen," said the latter, "the question is, how our attack is
to be made. Of course we can say nothing decisive till we find out
whether the rajah's troops are inside or outside the town."
"May I speak?" said Brooke.
"Of course. You know the place," replied Brace.
"I am not a soldier, but I have had a severe lesson in fighting lately,
and it seems to me that the only course open for you is to approach the
town gates, or one of them, without letting your approach be seen, and
then make a bold dash right into the little quarter defended by the
Europeans."
"You forget that we are not infantry, sir," said Brace. "We cannot
fight our way through streets where every window and roof would be
manned by mutineers. We should be all shot down, or in hopeless
confusion before we were half-way there."
Brooke smiled.
"I know the place, sir," he said. "It is a walled and fortified city
with gates, and the European quarter, where we have been besieged, is
surrounded by open gardens, and there are wide roads from the north-west
gate. You will find no enemy in the plain; they will have marched in by
the north-east gate, the nearest to here. I can take you round unseen
to the north-west, where, by a sudden dash of the lancers, the gate
could be surprised, and they could charge right down the open road,
followed by you and your guns right up to the Residency entrenchments,
and obtain admittance with the guns before the scoundrels had recovered
from their surprise. Of course they would come on again by hundreds or
thousands; but your well-served guns can hold them at bay till the
colonel comes up with his men."
Brace remained thoughtful for a few minutes.
"This is quite opposed to the colonel's ideas," he said at last; "but it
certainly sounds feasible, if we can pass the gate, and the road is open
for the horse to charge."
"I guarantee that," said Mr Brooke; "and if the manoeuvre is executed
with spirit, it cannot fail."
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