The Kopje Garrison: A Story of the Boer WarFenn, George Manville
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The Kopje Garrison: A Story of the Boer War
Fenn, George Manville
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
"I do not expect much," he said, "but it will be reading the Boers a
lesson, even if he fails, and do our men good, for all this inaction is
telling upon them, as I have been noticing, to my sorrow, during the
past three or four days. To be frank with you, Robson, I have been
maturing something of the kind."
"But you will not give the command to Roby?" cried the major.
"Certainly not," said the colonel emphatically. "You will take the
lead."
"Ha!" ejaculated the major.
"With Roby as second in command. I will talk with you after I have done
a little scouting on my own account."
Two days elapsed, and Captain Roby had been talking a good deal in a
rather injudicious way about its being just what he expected. The
colonel had been out both nights with as many men as he could mount--
just a small scouting party--seen all that he could as soon as it was
daylight, and returned soon after sunrise each time after a brush with
the enemy, who had discovered the approach to their lines and followed
the retiring party up till they came within reach of the gun, when a few
shells sent them scampering back.
It was on the third night that Captain Roby sat talking to his greatest
intimates, and he repeated his injudicious remarks so bitterly that
Captain Edwards said severely, "I can't sit here and listen to this,
Roby. You must be off your head a little, and if you don't mind you'll
be getting into serious trouble."
"Trouble? What do you mean, sir?" cried Roby. "I feel it is my duty to
speak."
"And I feel it is not; and if I were Colonel Lindley I would not stand
it."
He had hardly spoken when there was the crack of a rifle, followed by
another and another. The men turned out ready for anything, fully
expecting that the Boers were making an attack; but Dickenson came
hurrying to the colonel with the report of what had happened.
The two prisoners had been waiting their opportunity, and rising against
the sentry who shared their corrugated iron prison, had snatched his
bayonet from his side and struck him down, with just enough life left in
him afterwards to relate what had happened. Then slipping out, they had
tried to assassinate the sentry on duty, but failed, for he was too much
on the alert. He had fired at them, but they had both escaped into the
darkness, under cover of which, and with their thorough knowledge of the
country, they managed to get right away.
"Just like Lindley," said Roby contemptuous as soon as the alarm was
over and the men had settled down again. "Any one but he would have
made short work of those two fellows."
He had hardly spoken when an orderly came to the door of the hut where
he, Captain Edwards, and two more were talking, and announced that the
colonel desired to speak with Captain Roby directly. The latter sprang
up and darted a fierce look at Captain Edwards.
"You have lost no time in telling tales," he said insolently.
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