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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
and I obeying saw a troop of horse coming out of a gate of the castle
in pursuit of us.
Now these men were so close after us that they arrived at the side of
the quag nearest to the fortress when we were still riding along the
further margent thereof with all possible haste for to regain our
road, so that they did let fly at us with their matchlocks, as hoping
thereby to cripple and so delay us. But by God’s great mercy they hit
neither my friend nor me, their bullets all falling short of us, save
one only, which did strike my friend’s horse, making it halt and
stagger for a moment. But he calling out to it cheerfully, for he was
used always to speak to his beast as though it were indeed a rational
creature that could understand him, it went on again bravely, and we
two rid away at our utmost speed along our road.
“At any rate, sir,” says the viscount, laughing, “this shrewd pursuit
saves us from the need of seeking cover for ourselves. Our safety now
hangs on speed, and not on concealment.”
“You are right, sir,” says I, and we rid on at a brisk pace, though
holding our beasts well in hand in case of any fresh danger’s
threatening us in front. Looking back upon occasion to see our
pursuers, we beheld them at an agreeable distance enough, for their
horses wan’t so good as ours, and themselves heavier armed.
“If we can but keep up this pace, sir,” says I, “we shall hold our own
well.”
“Our beasts can do more than this, sir, if need be,” says the
viscount, not knowing of the misfortune that was about to befall us.
For as we rid, we came suddenly upon a river, which, though not very
deep in appearance, had its banks so high and steep that we must needs
ride along some distance to find a place where to descend them,
whereas our enemies knew the spot, and made straight for it. Happily,
we reached it first, though with no time to spare, and putting our
horses to the water, swam them over, mounting the other bank in safety
only a moment before the pursuers reached the first one. ’Twas well
for us that they had not tarried to load their matchlocks again after
firing ’em off, so that they could not shoot at us, but they were so
close behind us that we set our horses to their utmost speed and
tasked them sorely that we might get a good start once more. So well
did the good beasts obey us that we gained rapidly upon them, and had
soon near resumed our former lead, though we durst not slacken our
pace again as yet.
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