The Tiger of Mysore: A Story of the War with Tippoo SaibHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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The Tiger of Mysore: A Story of the War with Tippoo Saib
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
India -- History -- Mysore War, 1799 -- Fiction; Tipu Sultan, Fath 'Ali, Nawab of Mysore, 1753-1799 -- Juvenile fiction
Standing a short distance back from the end window, he looked out
between the crossbeams.
"Hurrah!" he shouted. "There they go up the road. They are a quarter
of a mile away. They are not more than half as strong as they were
when they came down. They are carrying eight or ten figures on their
shoulders, on litters, or doors."
"I don't see the cavalry," Surajah said, as he joined him.
"No. It is likely enough that they may be in hiding among the huts
opposite, and are waiting, in hopes that we may be foolish enough to
take it for granted that they are all gone, and pull down the bars of
the door. I expect they will stay until they see our troop coming up
the valley."
They continued to look out from the window, from which they had now
removed the bars. Half an hour later, Dick exclaimed:
"There they go, up that side of the valley. I have no doubt they see
our troop, and that in a few minutes we shall hear them coming."
It was not long before they heard a trampling of horses, and a moment
later the Rajah's voice exclaimed:
"Why, what is this? Here are a dozen dead bodies. They are Mysoreans,
by their dress."
"All right, Uncle," Dick shouted, "we will be out as soon as we get
these bars down. We have been standing a siege."
It did not take long to remove the bars. The Rajah and his men had
dismounted, as soon as some of the latter had gone round the hut, and
had brought back the report that there were five more dead on that
side. As Dick and his companion stepped out, the Rajah exclaimed:
"What, are you alone?"
"Yes; there is no one with us, Uncle."
"Do you mean to say that you two have defended this place alone, and
killed sixteen of the enemy, besides some I see lying farther up the
road?"
"Yes, Uncle. You see, it was a pretty strong position, and we had time
to block up the doors and windows, and to make loopholes to fire
through."
"What think you of that, Anwar?" the Rajah exclaimed to the captain of
the troop. "My nephew and Rajbullub's son have shown themselves brave
fighters, have they not?"
"It is wonderful," the captain said; and exclamations of admiration
broke from the men standing round.
"Tell us all about it, Dick," the Rajah went on.
"It is a long story, Uncle; but the real news is that Tippoo, with his
army, has left the head of the western passes, and has gone to
Seringapatam. He is going to march down one of the passes, this side,
at once. Provisions have been collected for his army to consume on the
march. No one knows yet which pass he will come down by; but it will
not be far from here, for they are buying up cattle in the villages at
the top of the ghauts."
"That is important, indeed, Dick, and we must ride off without delay;
but first, I must have a look at this fortress of yours."
He entered the hut, the soldiers crowding in after him, and examined
the defences at the windows, and the loopholes; while Dick explained
how the bars had been arranged to defend the door.
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