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

"Rujub, the Juggler"

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"You have done more than your share, I should say," the Major said;
"for they went down like ninepins before you. Now, Wilson, you take
one of his hands, and I will take the other, and help him up."
It needed considerable exertion to get him up, for the reaction
had now come, and he was scarce able to stand.
"You had better go up to the house and get a glass of wine," the
Major said. "Now, is anyone else hurt?"
"I am hit, Major," Richards said quietly; "a ball came in between
the sandbags just as I fired my first shot, and smashed my right
shoulder. I think I have not been much good since, though I have
been firing from my left as well as I could. I think I will go up
and get the Doctor to look at it."
But almost as he spoke the young fellow tottered, and would have
fallen, had not the Major caught him.
"Lend me a hand, Doolan," the latter said; "we will carry him in;
I am afraid he is very hard hit."
The ladies gathered round the Major and Captain Doolan as they entered
with their burden. Mary Hunter had already run down and told them
that the attack had been repulsed and the enemy had retreated.
"Nobody else is hit," the Major said, as he entered; "at least,
not seriously. The enemy have been handsomely beaten with such loss
that they won't be in a hurry to try again. Will one of you run up
and bring the Doctor down?"
Richards was carried into the hospital room, where he was left to
the care of the Doctor, Mrs.


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