Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and LaswareeBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and Laswaree
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Maratha War, 1803 -- Juvenile fiction
He finished with a scornful toss of his head, and it was abundantly
clear that he had the utmost faith in the men under the command of
Holkar, and more than that, that his aim was to bring about hostilities
with the British.
"Send for this youth again," he cried, "and we will gather all the
facts; and remember this, my lord--for the man who dares much there is
much reward. Holkar is now a powerful chieftain, and the Peishwa and
Scindia tremble when his name is breathed. But what if Holkar conquered
the white invaders?"
Holkar's one eye gleamed with enthusiasm, while his hand went
involuntarily to his tulwar.
"There indeed would be power," he exclaimed. "It shall be. I will not be
frightened by this despatch, by the tales brought by a boy, and by a
victory won after an action which was never severely contested. Send for
this prisoner. I will interrogate him, and then he shall go."
"Go! My lord, think what cause there is here for war. Keep him. Hang him
if you will, and then throw yourself upon the British. They are
scattered at this moment, while their hands are full to overflowing. Now
is the time to strike. Send your troops against them while they are
divided, and annihilate each one of the scattered divisions. Strike now,
and let this youth be the cause of war."
The Frenchman's eyes blazed with excitement, while he rose from the seat
he had been occupying and stalked up and down in front of his chief. And
there was no denying that this officer was as fine a specimen of
humanity as one could well meet with. Tall, and handsome to a certain
degree, he bore himself proudly. His moustaches bristled, while his
whole mien betokened the utmost confidence in himself and in the wisdom
of the course he advocated. True, there was a certain air of treachery
about the man, and despite his fine appearance he was hardly the one to
attract the confidence or friendship of a stranger. One would have
thought him cruel and unscrupulous perhaps, and certainly the advice he
had just given led one to believe that he was.
"Send for this white officer," he said. "Let me see him and question
him. Then deal with him in the manner I have advised."
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