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 led them to the further fence, in which there was a gap, and bade
them look down. They saw a heap of greenish rock lying in a deep
saucer-shaped hollow between the yard and the river below. A line of
rails ran from the mouth of the gallery to the gap, and while the three
men stood there a couple of Pathans emerged from the hill, pushing a
laden truck before them. On arriving at the fence they tilted up the
truck, and the contents fell crashing upon the heap beneath.
"Now we’ll go over the bridge and have a look at the miners’ quarters on
the other side," said Mr. Appleton. "I have to inspect them frequently:
I’m magistrate, sanitary inspector, a regular Jack of all trades."
"Why did those two miners look at us so curiously when you were jawing
them?" said Lawrence.
"I had just told them who you were, my nephews and the new
superintendents. You’ve got to earn your living, you know. Bob will be
responsible for the Pathans, and you for the Kalmucks. Of course you’ve
a lot to learn."
"They looked as if they didn’t much like their new bosses," said Bob.
"I daresay; but you’ll be a comfort to me. I’m not troubled with nerves,
but at times, I confess, I have felt what the old ladies call lonesome
for want of a white man to talk to. The Babu is all very well, but now
and again he worries me. When I’m tired and bothered he’ll expound a
knotty passage of Browning or some other incomprehensible poet; and when
I should enjoy a little stimulating conversation, he ’havers,’ as the
Scotch say, in a mixture of high falutin’ and outrageous slang. Now
that you are here I’ve no doubt he’ll be nothing but the joy I find him
in my cheerful moods. I’m very glad of your company, boys."
CHAPTER THE FOURTH
THE AEROPLANE ARRIVES
During the next three weeks the younger Appletons were fully occupied in
studying the working of the mine. Dressed in calico overalls they
penetrated into the torch-lit galleries and watched the miners at their
work. They saw the process of crushing the ore, but Mr. Appleton’s
operations went little further, for owing to his distance from
civilisation and the limited space at his disposal, he left the final
stages of purification to be performed in India. The boys were rather
curious to know why the colours of the stains upon the clothing of the
two bands of miners differed, but they forbore to question their uncle,
guessing that he would tell them all in good time, and would meanwhile
be pleased by their showing patience. In this they were right. Mr.
Appleton had no wish to keep any secrets from them; he was only waiting
until he had learnt something of the characters of the two young
fellows, whom he had not seen for several years, and at no time had had
many opportunities of studying.
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