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
"Nothing to speak of. It was a bit of rank bad luck. Of course, seeing
what the game was, I felt I must wire the Chief at once, and Lawrence
offered to bring me here in his aeroplane. We came along swimmingly
until we had got about half way: saw nothing of the enemy: and then
rather suddenly struck a rabble of about two thousand men marching
southward. We came down rather too low, to get a good look at them.
They opened fire, and one of their shots tore my arm from shoulder to
elbow. If we had made a straight course we shouldn’t have met trouble:
but naturally I wanted to pick up any information I could. Unluckily in
going criss-cross we consumed a good deal of petrol, and when it became
necessary to replenish the tank from the reserve cans, we found that
they’d been bored with holes during our peppering; one was empty, in the
other there were a few spoonfuls at the bottom below the level of the
hole. This only lasted a few miles, and then we had to come down, in
the hills yonder."
"Rough luck!" said Captain Fenton, turning sympathetically to Lawrence.
"You must have felt pretty mad. How did you bring the machine in?"
"I happened to mention when we were talking things over that paraffin
would do at a pinch, and the major said he was pretty sure they would
have some here, and insisted on tramping over to get some sent up."
"Well, you see, he’s got a game foot," said the major. "Sprained his
ankle two days ago. My legs are sound, at any rate. But I was pretty
dead beat before I got here, and was glad enough to borrow the mount of
one of the men Narrain sent to meet me. He and the other fellow went on
to keep Appleton company, and as soon as the paraffin was sent up, the
aeroplane came flying in with the sowar on board as a passenger. He was
bubbling with delight, and no doubt will be a hero among the men for the
rest of his days."
"Mr. Appleton wants to get back to the mine, of course," said the
captain.
"Yes: there’s enough paraffin for that. How are matters round the fort,
Fenton?"
"The tribes are pretty quiet at present. They’ve held several jirgahs to
discuss what line they shall take. That depends on who scores the first
point. If we can only convince them that we’re not going to knuckle
under, I daresay they’ll stick to us. But it wouldn’t take much to turn
the scale on the other side. The crowd that fired at you are marching
this way, you said?"
"They’ll be hereabouts some time to-morrow, and probably a lot more, for
we caught sight of other parties, not so large, threading the valleys to
the west. The whole country north-west of us is rising."
"That’s bad. I can’t hope to keep the tribes about the fort quiet after
these thousands come on the scene."
"I must see what I can do."
"You ought to be in hospital. If you had let me know you’d been hit I’d
have brought the medico with me."
"Good thing you didn’t. He’d have been so disappointed!"
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