The Air Patrol: A Story of the North-west FrontierStrang, Herbert
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The Air Patrol: A Story of the North-west Frontier
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Airplanes -- Juvenile fiction; British -- India -- Juvenile fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Juvenile fiction
The Kalmucks did not yet perceive the real object which Bob had in view.
After running a short distance, they halted again, unable to decide
whether it was safer to advance or retreat. When they saw the aeroplane
soaring towards them from the northward, they broke apart, each man
striving to find some crevice or nook among the rocks where he might
shelter himself. All believed that the Englishman’s purpose was
slaughter. But when another bomb was dropped on their southward side,
not near enough to do them harm, some of them, as they ran, began to
suspect the meaning of the device. For three or four miles they were
thus driven down the track. Wherever the gorge was wide enough, Bob
wheeled backwards and forwards across it in their rear, swooping down
whenever he saw them lagging, with the result that they did not wait for
another bomb, but hurried along like a flock of frightened sheep. Once
or twice they took shots at the aeroplane, but gave it up when it was
patent that their marksmanship was unequal to the feat of hitting the
flying target. And all the time the Pathans marched steadily behind
them, much amused at the sahib’s method of shepherding, but a little
chagrined because they were not allowed to assist.
Meanwhile Bob had been thinking out his further proceedings. He must
not let the Kalmucks draw too close to the mine. Lawrence could not
arrive yet for several hours; it was important that he should come
safely home without a collision with the enemy. When, therefore, they
had arrived within about two miles of the mine, he decided that it was
time to arrest their course. They could no longer be in doubt about the
meaning of his signals hitherto--he would give them another. Flying
ahead, then wheeling round, he dropped a tin, this time in front of
them. At the explosion they halted, and after a brief consultation
began to move on. Another bomb, falling in front again, but now a
little closer, conveyed its warning; like fog signals on a railway-line,
these explosions plainly indicated that the track was not clear. They
halted again, and posted themselves behind rocks, facing up-stream, to
guard against attack by the Pathans.
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