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
I felt no appetite. The heat beneath the trees was terrible, and I was
stiff and sore with the previous day's exertions; but I ate a little in
obedience to Brace's wish, and he sat watching me.
"Go on, my lad," he said.
"I cannot," I replied.
"You must. You will want all your strength for to-night's work. Eat."
I went on again with the bread tasting like chaff, and the meat tainted,
but at last I turned away in utter disgust.
"It will do me harm, not good," I said. "Now tell me, what are we going
to do?"
"Wait till dark," he said, "and then try and reconnoitre the village
over yonder. As far as I can make out the rebels are making it their
quarters for the day. I want to see whether it will be possible to do
anything by a night surprise, but whether I shall attempt it must depend
on the position they have taken up."
"Where is the village?" I asked.
He led me to the edge of the patch of forest in which we were hidden,
and pointed out a cluster of mud-houses about a couple of miles away,
right in an open part of the plain which spread away from us for miles.
"Keep back behind the leaves," he said, "in case watchful eyes might be
directed this way."
I obeyed, and tried to make out the glint of steel or the white garments
of the rebels. But nothing was to be seen but the glaring sunshine
bathing the trees which overhung the cottages. Not a soul was in sight.
"They can't be there," I said, after watching for some time.
"They are there," replied Brace, quietly. "Look under that tree, the
one with a couple more standing out from it at intervals. Tell me what
you can see."
I looked as well as the glare of the sun and the distance would allow
me.
"I can only see a cottage," I said.
"It is not a cottage; it is a tent."
"But surely they would not stop at a place like that."
"Why not?" he replied. "They have something to do now that they have
seized the guns--to manage them."
"Then you think they have stopped there to drill?" I cried.
"I fancy so; but we shall see after the reconnaissance to-night."
"Whom shall you send?" I cried eagerly. "Let me go."
"It is too important a task to trust to another," he replied. "I am
going myself. You can go with me if you like."
I eagerly snatched at the opportunity, and then sat down with him near
the edge of the jungle patch to watch the village and note everything
that passed. In the course of conversation Brace told me that the
doctor would also start on his expedition at dark, Dost accompanying him
to the lane in the city, where he could attend to the major's wounds and
learn whether there was any news of the women.
Brace kept on chatting to me; but I soon found out that it was to keep
down his excitement, and his mind employed, so that he should not dwell
upon the terrible enforced delay; for quite a fever was consuming him,
his eyes looked unnaturally bright, and his fingers kept twitching and
playing with the handle of his sword.
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