The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour risingKernahan, Coulson
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The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour rising
Kernahan, Coulson
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 20th century
They were the last words he was to speak on earth, for as they passed
his lips the Dumpling raised a hand.
"God's will be done!" he said. "I can say no more. Riflemen, make
ready! Present! Fire!"
The result was what he had foretold. The gallant little band of police
fell, dead or dying, almost to a man.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
THE BATTLE OF TOWER HILL.
From that moment onward the rebels carried all before them. The first
encounter with soldiery was at London Fields, where a regiment of
militia, hastily summoned from a neighbouring barracks, was drawn
up. The militia showed more discretion than the police, for after
discharging one volley, and being raked by a withering fire from the
rebel sharp-shooters in return, they retreated in disorder.
This time the Dumpling was less merciful.
"They have deliberately raised hand against the people, to do murder!"
he said. "And by the God whose instrument I am, for every life they
have taken, a score of them shall fall!"
Instructions were given to the rebel riflemen to continue firing so
long as one of the soldiers remained within range. The result was
disastrous to the retreating troops. In an open space with no available
cover, they could be picked off one after the other by the Dumpling's
practised marksmen, with the result that scarcely a round dozen escaped
to tell the tale.
Flushed with victory, the rebels re-formed, and the march was resumed,
this time to Tower Hill, where the Dumpling scored his first great
success of generalship.
Anticipating that at Tower Hill serious military resistance would
be offered, he had laid his plans accordingly. An enormous empty
warehouse, commanding the open space in front of the Tower, had been
rented by one of his agents, under the pretence that it was to be
the central office and storage house of a firm of tea merchants. At
this warehouse, chests and packages, purporting to contain tea, but
containing in reality rifles and ammunition, had for some days past
been delivered, and a number of men--nominally clerks, packers, and
warehousemen, but in reality expert riflemen, disloyal Boers and
foreign mercenaries--constituted the staff, and were, on the Sunday
afternoon in question, concealed upon the premises.
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