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

"Rujub, the Juggler"

"
Not another word was spoken as they descended the tree and walked
across to the house.
"Never mind about changing your things, come straight in."
"Our scout has returned," the Doctor said, as he entered the room.
There was a general exclamation of gladness on the part of the
ladies who had not retired.
"I am very glad to see you safe back, Mr. Bathurst," Mrs. Hunter
said, going up to him and taking his hand. "We have all been very
anxious since you left."
"The danger was very slight, Mrs. Hunter. I only wish I had
brought you back the news that the native lines were deserted and
the mutineers in full march for Delhi and Lucknow."
"I was afraid you would hardly bring that news, Mr. Bathurst; it
was almost too good to hope for. However, we are all glad that you
are back. Are we not, Isobel?"
"We are indeed, Mr. Bathurst, though as yet I can hardly persuade
myself that it is you in that get up."
"I think there is no doubt of my identity. Can you tell me where
you uncle is, Miss Hannay? I have to make my report to him."
"He is on the roof. There is a sort of general gathering of our
defenders there."
Two lamps had been placed in the center of the terrace, and round
these the little garrison were grouped, some sitting on boxes, others
lying on mats, almost all smoking. Bathurst was greeted heartily
by the Major and Wilson as soon as he was recognized.
"I am awfully glad to see you back," Wilson said, shaking him warmly
by the hand.


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