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 put the question to the youthful corporal, who stood at attention
before him, as if he expected the lad to be able to answer. Then he
struck the calf of his leg a sounding thwack with his cane and gave the
information which he had asked for.
"Of course you wouldn't know," he said, "because I was told not to say.
But I can speak now, and you had best listen. It's this. Mr. Benjamin
has no children of his own, as you know, and ever since he heard the
tale of your being found, he has looked after your education as if you
were his son. 'Let him rough it,' is what he said to me. 'Let him fight
his own battles and find his own place. He's well able to do that.' And
that, lad, is why I have never interfered. That is why you fought young
Jackson with never a word from me, and took your licking handsomely.
Yes, yes, I know," he went on, as Owen was about to interrupt, "he was a
bully, and I knew that well. You had to knuckle under, and did so for a
time."
"Till I was bigger and stronger, sergeant. Then----"
"You gave him the drubbing he had been asking for so long. That's what
comes of not interfering. Things levelled themselves. You were beaten at
first, and the fellow never allowed you to forget your hiding. If you'd
been a meek kind of lad, he'd have crowed it over you for ever. But
you've a little pride, my boy, and you waited till you were able to take
him in hand again. That wasn't long either, though he's two stone
heavier than you are, and taller by half a head. But you've had
training, and that's the secret, if only you happen to have pluck as
well. But I am getting away from my yarn."
"You were about to tell me what Mr. Halbut has done for you and for me,
sir," said Owen.
"Ah, yes, I was. Well, he took a fancy to me and to you, and he put me
in charge of you, as it were. 'I could take him in hand at once, and
have him sent to a good school,' he said to me when first we talked it
over, 'but I won't. The lad shall rise from a rougher school. Teach him
manners, sergeant. Let him see that a lad with respect for his elders
will get on, and, above all, turn him out a man. When the time comes I
will take him in hand myself, and I have a place for him already decided
on.' That's what he's done. Every quarter I have received a handsome sum
from him for my work, and, my lad, let him see that I have earned it.
He knows that you can hold your own with others here, and that there
isn't another lad in the regiment who can handle the gloves as you can,
or who can use a weapon with the science that you have learned. Let him
see that there's more. They call you the gentleman corporal here. Let
Mr. Halbut see that they have reason for that."
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