The Air Patrol: A Story of the North-west Frontier — John Shaqi
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 was not so much unmoved as you think," said Mr. Appleton. "I know
the fellow pretty well, and I could tell by the look of him that he was
perfectly furious. I find my system answers very well. I punish all
breaches of the regulations with fines, which are pooled and distributed
every month among the men who haven’t offended. Most of the men are
quite keen to get these additions to their pay; in fact, I’ve known some
of the rascals try to egg on a simple-minded mate to commit some slight
misdemeanour, so that he’ll lose his pay for their benefit. They’re
queer fish.... Good-morning, Ditta Lal."
The Bengali, who had been hovering about, gradually drawing nearer to
his master, and casting sheep’s eyes at the two young strangers, now
waddled up, his face one broad smile.
"Good-morning, sir: good-morning, young gents," he said in a breathless
wheeze. "’Full many a glorious morning have I seen, flatter the
mountain tops with sovran eye,’--pat quotation from sweet Swan of Avon,
whose sonnets I got up, with notes, for final exam, for B.A. degree,
Calcutta University. Lovely morning, sir."
Mr. Appleton’s eyes twinkled as he introduced his nephews, who were
looking at the Babu as at some strange specimen.
"You’ll find several mule loads of stuff we ordered on the other side,
Ditta Lal," said Mr. Appleton.
"They shall be attended to instanter, sir. And I shall esteem it signal
honour on fitting occasion to act as guide, philosopher and friend to
young gents, show them my stores; in fact, do them proud, and all that."
He bowed, puffed, and waddled away. The boys laughed when his back was
turned.
"What a treasure!" said Lawrence. "Our old school porter at Rugton was
pretty big about, but this fellow would make two of him. What a rag the
chaps would have if we could transport him!"
"I can’t spare him. He’s an abiding joy. But come, let me take you
round."
The next hour was spent in going over the not very extensive settlement.
The boys found that the portion on the west side of the gorge was
divided into three. The first contained Mr. Appleton’s dwelling-house,
the engine-house and stores, and a set of small stamps, together with
sheds for assaying, and a number of huts occupied by the personal native
servants and the Sikh garrison. The dwelling-house was built in an
angle of the cliff, which rose sheer behind it. Between house and cliff,
however, was a space of about three yards filled with heavy beams, which
were all loopholed. The whole of the enclosure in which the house stood
was surrounded by a bank of earth about six feet high, formed of
"tailings" from the mine. This bank was broken only in two places, one
for the gate leading into the second enclosure or compound, the second
for the drawbridge connecting with the east side of the gorge.
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