: G. A. Henty
: Jack Archer
: Seltzer Books
: 9781455367887
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: CHF 0.70
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 636
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Historical novel set in the Crimean War. According to Wikipedia: 'George Alfred Henty (8 December 1832 - 16 November 1902), referred to as G. A. Henty, was a prolific English novelist, special correspondent, and Imperialist born in Trumpington, Cambridgeshire, England. He is best known for his historical adventure stories that were popular in the late 19th century. His works include Out on the Pampas (1871), The Young Buglers (1880), With Clive in India (1884) and Wulf the Saxon (1895).'

 CHAPTER XI. TAKEN PRISONERS


 

"That arm of yours always seems to be getting itself damaged, Jack," Hawtry said next morning, as he came into the hut."You put it in the way of a bullet last time, and now you've got it smashed up. How do you feel altogether?"

 

"I am awfully bruised, Dick, black and blue all over, and so stiff I can hardly move."

 

"That's just my case," Dick said,"though, as you see, I can move. The doctor's been feeling me all over this morning, and he said it was lucky I was a boy and my bones were soft, for if I had been a man, I should have been smashed up all over. As to my elbows and my knees, and all the projecting parts of me, I haven't got a bit of skin on them, and my uniform is cut absolutely to ribbons. However, old boy, we did a good night's work. We saved sixteen lives, we got no end of credit, and the chief says he shall send a report in to the Admiral; so we shall be mentioned in despatches, and it will help us for promotion when we have passed. The bay is a wonderful sight. The shores are strewn with floating timber, bales of stores, compressed hay, and all sorts of things. Fellows who have been down to the town told me that lots of the houses have been damaged, roofs blown away, and those gingerbread-looking balconies smashed off. As for the camps, even with a glass there is not a single tent to be seen standing on the plateau. The gale has made a clean sweep of them. What a night the soldiers must have had! I am put on the sick list for a few days so I shall be able to be with you. That's good news, isn't it?"

 

"Wonderfully good," Jack laughed,"as if I haven't enough of your jaw at other times. And how long do you suppose I shall be before I am out?"

 

"Not for some little time, Jack. The doctor says you've got four ribs broken as well as your arm."

 

"Have I?" Jack said, surprised."I know he hurt me preciously while he was feeling me about this morning; but he didn't say anything about broken ribs."

 

A broken rib is a much less serious business than a broken arm, and in ten days Jack was up and about again, feeling