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
The breathing was even deeper and quicker outside, and Owen heard a sigh
of relief. Then the voice came even more distinctly, for Mulha, his
faithful servant, had placed his lips close to the crack where the door
closed.
"Master, master," he said in eager, trembling tones, "they have brought
the troopers together again. They and their horses are quartered just
outside the courtyard, and they have orders to move to-morrow. Yes, on
the morrow they are to ride back to the General. I have seen the
message which they are to carry. Holkar will make war with the British,
and will kill you first so that there shall be good cause. I have seen
it, sahib, I say."
The poor fellow could hardly continue, for the very mention of such a
fact unmanned him. His voice trembled even more, and Owen heard a sound
as of a man who has only just succeeded in choking down a sob.
"Hush!" he whispered through the narrow crevice. "I'm still alive, and
will give some trouble before I am killed, Mulha. Tell me more, and look
carefully at the bolts. Can you loosen them?"
"Alas! sahib, there are two locks, and I have no implements. More than
that, the approach to the tower is so carefully watched that I have
obtained admission by the merest chance. The man on duty fell asleep as
he watched, and I slipped past him. But I will try later as the evening
comes, though there is little hope. Sahib, what can we do?"
"Nothing. You cannot help me. I must escape by my own efforts, and I
will do so. Tell me, Mulha, where are you quartered, so that I can find
you if I manage to break out?"
"I am with the troopers, minding your horse and mine," came the answer.
"It is a long, low building to the right, just outside the courtyard.
Sahib, the door is double-locked, and how can you escape? To-night they
will murder you. I have made sure of that. These miscreants will kill
you, and so make cause for war."
At that the poor fellow who was so attached to Owen broke down, and the
prisoner could hear his sobs. He tapped on the door to arrest the noise,
and whispered again.
"Tell the men to be ready at any time," he said quietly. "If it is
possible I will escape. Let them wait and be ready. Where are the guards
stationed?"
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