With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born LeaderHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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With Buller in Natal, Or, a Born Leader
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
In a few minutes Willesden came up with the two natives heavily laden.
As soon as the stores and natives were all safely packed away and the
door of the van locked by one of the porters, the lads went out and had
a hearty meal at an hotel near the station. When they returned a large
number of soldiers and sailors were gathered on the platform. Their
baggage had already been stowed, and they were drawn up in fours,
facing the train, in readiness to enter when the word was given, the
officers standing and chatting in groups. The station was well lighted,
as, in addition to the ordinary gas-lamps, several powerful oil-lamps
had been hung up at short intervals. The naval men were in the front
part of the train, and on Chris walking up there the officer in command
beckoned to him.
"I will take you in the carriage with me, Mr. King. We want very much
to hear your story, and there is plenty of room for you. Your three
companions will go in the next two compartments, which will contain
junior officers and midshipmen, and I am sure that they too will be
very welcome. Before we board the train I will get you all to go and
sit at the windows at the other side. If you will bring your friends up
I will introduce them to their messmates on the trip. As soon as we
have all entered, we shall be at the window saying good-by to our
friends, and no one will catch sight of you. It is just as well, for
although I feel perfectly justified in taking you on to make your
report to the commander-in-chief, my senior might fuss over it; and
although he might let you go on, there would be a lot of explanations
and bother. Have you got your horses in?"
"Yes, sir; we were able to manage that capitally."
"Then you had better bring your comrades up at once, Mr. King, and I
will introduce them to those they will travel with." Chris brought up
his three friends and introduced them to the officer, who then took
them to the group of youngsters.
"Gentlemen," he said, "these three gentlemen will travel in your
compartment. They have seen a great deal of the war, and belong to one
of the mounted volunteer corps. They have a wonderful story to tell
you, and I am sure you will be delighted with their companionship. They
will take their seats just before the men entrain. They must occupy the
seats near the farther window, and as you will no doubt all be looking
out on this side, they will probably not be noticed, which would be all
the better, as it is a little irregular my taking them up."
By this time a considerable number of people were crowded in the
station, friends of the officers and comrades of the sailors, who
looked enviously at those going forward, while they themselves might
possibly not get a chance of doing so. A quarter of an hour later the
officer said:
"I am going to give the order to entrain. This is my compartment. You
and your friends had better slip into your places at once."
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