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Henty, G. A. (George Alfred), 1832-1902

"Rujub, the Juggler"

Hunter. He stood up at the edge
of the parapet and exposed himself so rashly to the Sepoys' fire
that we had to drag him away, and then the reaction, acting on a
nervous temperament, was too much for him, and he fainted. We shall
soon bring him round. You can come in with me, but keep the others
away."
The Major at once returned to the terrace.
In spite of the restoratives the Doctor poured through his lips,
and cold water dashed in his face, Bathurst was some time before
he opened his eyes. Seeing Mrs. Hunter and the Doctor beside him,
he made an effort to rise.
"You must lie still, Bathurst," the Doctor said, pressing his hand
on his shoulder. "You have done a very foolish thing, a very wrong
thing. You have tried to throw away your life."
"No, I did not. I had no thought of throwing away my life," Bathurst
said, after a pause. "I was trying to make myself stand fire. I
did not think whether I should be hit or not. I am not afraid of
bullets, Doctor; it's the horrible, fiendish noise that I cannot
stand."
"I know, my boy," the Doctor said kindly; "but it comes to the same
thing. You did put yourself in the way of bullets when your doing
so was of no possible advantage, and it is almost a miracle that
you escaped unhurt. You must remain here quiet for the present.
II shall leave you in charge of Mrs. Hunter. There is nothing for
you to do on the roof at present. This attack is a mere outbreak
of rage on the part of the Sepoys that we have all escaped them.


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