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
He waddled off, bent on a passionate quest for inspiration. Bob looked
after him with a tolerant smile.
"Poor chap!" he thought. "Much learning has made him pretty mad. I
wonder if we Britishers, when we pick up a smattering of their lore,
strike the Hindus in the same way? I only hope his pæan _will_ be
justified by the event."
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIFTH
THE FIGHT AT THE BEND
At early morning, after a quiet night, Lawrence sent one of the men back
to announce the approach of a flag of truce. Bob hurried at once to the
breastwork. Three Kalmucks were advancing along the track, one of them
apparently an officer. No others of the enemy were in sight. The envoys
halted within a short distance of the entrenchment, and the officer
began to speak in a loud shrill voice.
"What does he say?" asked Bob.
"I can’t make it out," replied Lawrence. "Do any of you men understand
him?"
The men, Sikhs and Pathans, acknowledged that they did not, whereupon
Bob made signs to the Kalmuck to wait, and despatched a man to fetch
Shan Tai, who as a western Chinaman might be able to act as interpreter.
When the cook arrived, and heard what was required of him, he shouted a
few words to the officer, who responded with a speech of some length,
very rapidly uttered. The purport of it was to propose terms. He
offered the garrison the honours of war if they would surrender the mine
and make no further opposition to the passage of the army up the valley.
They would be allowed to depart unmolested, with bag and baggage; and
the two white men, if they pleased, might return to their own country by
way of Central Asia, through the Kalmuck lines.
Bob’s reply was made without hesitation. He pointed out that the
Kalmucks were the aggressors. Hostilities had not been of his seeking.
All that he had desired was to live at peace and pursue his occupation
as miner, whereby he gave employment to several score of workmen,
including many of the officer’s fellow-countrymen.
"We have been wantonly attacked," he said, "without warning and without
provocation, and we are resolved to defend the property of the late
owner of the mine, who was murdered by a man acting apparently in
collusion with the force to which you belong. I reject your terms. But
in order to avoid further bloodshed, I am willing to refer the matter to
the Sirkar, and will abide by the decision of the Viceroy of the Emperor
of India."
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