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
"Will the presence of your general do so much for you?" asked Lawrence.
The man refused to say any more; but his manner, and the half-smile upon
his face, gave Lawrence an uneasy feeling that the Mongol general must
have a trump card to play. He was so much impressed by the officer’s
hint of a great stroke impending that instead of seeking his bed, he
hurried back to inform Bob.
"What can he mean?" he asked.
"I can think of nothing but that the general is bringing up large
reinforcements, and means to throw them upon us and carry the position
by sheer weight of numbers. He won’t care how many lives he chucks
away, and everything depends on whether his men’s discipline is good
enough to stand the racket. I don’t know how far these Kalmucks have a
contempt for death like the Japanese."
"Don’t you think I’d better fly a few miles down the track and see what
is going on?"
"But you’re tired out. You’ve been at it since midnight."
"That’s all right. I shall sleep easier when I know what we’ve got to
expect."
"Very well then. Don’t go far, and keep high."
The appearance of the aeroplane over the track, with Lawrence and Fazl
on board, was a signal for the enemy to scurry to cover. Not a shot was
fired; their only thought was to escape the terrible bombs which they
associated with the flying machine. But Lawrence did not intend to use
his bombs. What he saw, or Fazl reported to him, proved that his stock
of missiles was insufficient for any greater effect than to retard, for
a few hours at the most, the inevitable crisis. Two field guns were in
position at the enemy’s advanced entrenchment. Near by, men had been
engaged in constructing platforms for other guns, until the sight of the
aeroplane sent them to cover. Farther down the track, at intervals,
five or six similar weapons were being dragged up; to destroy them all,
even if he were lucky enough in his aim to do so, would exhaust his
stock of bombs, and he felt that he must hold some in reserve for the
ultimate defence of the mine.
The track, as far as he could see it, was almost choked with men and
animals. The men scattered as well as they could when they saw the
aeroplane; some shots were fired at it, harmlessly. It was impossible
for Lawrence to guess the magnitude of the reinforcement that was being
pushed forward; but it seemed to him that several regiments must have
been sent on from the main army. The bodies of mounted men were
separated by long convoys of provisions and ammunition, carried on the
backs of mules and camels. It almost appeared as if a regular advance
of the whole force had begun. The Kalmuck general was clearly confident
of his power to break the resistance of the little band that had
hitherto withstood his passage.
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