"Now, Jane Emmett, is that
man Sergeant William Brown, of the Rifles?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is he the man who entered Jailpore with nine men and a Rajput, and
came to your assistance?"
"Yes, sir! He's the same man who spoke in the powder-magazine;" '
"Do you confirm that?" he asked Brown.
"Under favor, sir, my men must be somewhere, if they're not all killed.
They'll recognize me. And there's the other lot I led all last night
and all today. They'll tell you where they found me!"
"Never mind! I've decided I believe you! D'you realize that you're
something of a marvel?"
"No, sir--except that I've had marvelous luck!"
"Well, I shall take great pleasure in mentioning your name in despatches.
It will go direct, at first hand, to Her Majesty the Queen! There
are few men, let me tell you, Sergeant Brown, who would dare what
you dared in the first place. But, more than that, there are even
fewer men who would leave a sweetheart in some one else's care while
they blew up a powder-magazine with themselves on top of it, in order
to make a breach for the army to come in by! My right hand's out
of action unfortunately--you'll have to shake my left!"
The colonel rose, held his uninjured hand out and Brown shook it,
since he was ordered to.
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