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
Preparations for departure were hurried on. With the aid of the
troopers, the Pathans put up in a day a temporary shed for the
accommodation of the Englishmen. Then they set about hoisting the
silver ore from its cavity in the bank of the river to the compound
above. The transportation of twenty tons of ore over rough country
without suitable vehicles was a matter that gave everybody much concern.
It was ultimately decided that as much as possible should be carried by
the men and animals, the remainder being left, to be fetched
subsequently by a host of carriers whom Fyz Ali undertook to enlist.
Every man of the garrison was delighted with the promise of treble pay
for the fortnight of Mr. Appleton’s absence, and Major Endicott did not
despair of extracting a grant from Government in recognition of their
services to the Empire.
On the night before the southward march was to be begun, the Englishmen
were provided by Shan Tai with a supper on which he lavished all the
resources of his art. Corned beef and other tinned comestibles appeared
in various disguises, and Mr. Appleton, reclining on his chair, mildly
expostulated with the Chinaman for deferring this triumphant exhibition
of his skill until the eve of the abandonment of the mine. Healths were
drunk in water and coffee, the only beverages available, and the
store-sheds having luckily escaped injury, Mr. Appleton was able to
offer his guests some excellent cigars.
When all were contentedly smoking, Mr. Appleton said:
"I want to take you men into my confidence, and ask your advice. As you
know, I have decided to close down here. I had already decided to do so
at the end of this summer: recent events have only anticipated it by a
few weeks."
"Congratulations," said Major Endicott. "I suppose you’ve made your
pile."
"A very modest pile. Sixty per cent. of that ore is pure silver, and it
will fetch something like £50,000. That of course I shall invest."
"Choose a good security," said the Major.
"No more hair-brained adventures, you mean! Really, Major, you must try
to disabuse your mind of the notion that I am mad. Now, I am going to
retire. Yesterday was my fifty-third birthday; I have knocked about
enough; my tastes are simple: and I’ve enough to live on apart from the
silver.
"You wonder, I dare say, why I brought my nephews out here only a few
months before the date I had fixed on for giving up the mine. I’ll tell
you. I didn’t know the boys, and wanted to study them at close
quarters, and see for myself what they were good for. I am quite
satisfied. The probation they have come through during the last few
days would convince any one."
"I should rather think so," said the Major emphatically.
"Well now, what do you advise? What shall I do with them?"
"Let ’em both join the service; I recommend that without hesitation,"
said the Major.
"Hear! hear!" Captain Fenton ejaculated.
"Would they have you back at Sandhurst, Bob?" asked his uncle.
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