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
His words seemed to cut through me with an agonising pain, as I mentally
repeated his words--wives and daughters; and then I felt giddy, and as
if I should fall from the howdah. "Wives and daughters!" I said aloud,
and then, with a horrible feeling of despair, I pictured trouble at
Nussoor, where my father's regiment was stationed, and thought of my
mother and sister face to face with the horrors of a revolt.
"Hold up, Vincent," said Brace, in a sharp whisper. "What's the matter?
Feel the sun too much? Take some water, lad. I want your help. You
must not break down."
"No, no," I said quickly; "I'm better now."
"That's right! We must get back and learn the full extent of the
mischief. Yon poor fellow was excited, and he may have exaggerated the
affair. He is as bad as can be, and perhaps he imagines that the rest
were the same. Cheer up, lad! Lacey is too clever and experienced an
officer to have been cut up like that. I dare say we shall find him
looking out for us anxiously. Perhaps we shall meet an escort sent to
meet us."
Just then the rajah's elephant came abreast, and its master reached out
his hand with refreshments, which Brace declined, but the next moment
took eagerly.
"Thank you," he said quickly. "Eat, drink, Vincent," he half whispered;
"we shall want all our strength."
"And you?" I said.
"Oh, I shall do the same," he said bitterly; and then he held out his
hand, and whispered softly, "We have been very poor friends lately, my
lad, but shake hands now, for perhaps we are very near the end of life's
journey."
"Brace," I gasped as I snatched at his hand and gripped it hard.
"I hope not, for your sake, boy," he said in a low voice; "for you have
your young life before you. I hope not for my own. I may be very
useful now. There may be a great deal to do, and if there is, my lad,"
he said, smiling, "I am going to try not to be such a coward as to
shrink from that duty; though you thought me one, because I would not
fight the man who, perhaps, has had much to do with the rising."
"Oh, Brace," I faltered, "I don't think I ever thought you a coward."
"You did," he said quietly. "Most people in your place, and educated as
you have been, would have judged me in the same hard way. Perhaps I am
one, Gil; but I shall not show it, and I shall not shrink from anything
I have to do."
"You think, then, that there is a wider trouble than that at the
station?"
"I am obliged to think so. The doctor is right. I fought against it,
telling myself I was panic-stricken, but I felt the same. You see the
rajah knew of it, and--I am speaking plainly now--if matters turn out
very bad, and I am not near you, try to get a horse and make for
Nussoor. It is a very long journey, but the way may be open, and the
trouble not spreading in that direction. At present your white face may
command help and shelter, but don't tarry on the way--the great
north-west road, mind, and--"
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