Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 edition. Excerpt: ... 164 CHAPTER XIII. A Few days had passed after the Grand Mustaphabad Steeplechase, during which Yorke was casting about in vain to discover some opportunity for obtaining a glimpse of the one person who now made up his world, uneasy and restless at getting no news of her, yet not venturing to present himself at the Residency lest he should be thought to be presuming too much on the sympathy Miss Cunningham had shown on that occasion; when one morning Mr Spragge, returning from the mess a little later than his chum, came across the little garden towards the veranda where Yorke was sitting in his easychair, waving a piece of paper in his hand, and calling out, "Don't you wish you were me, my boy! Here's a start!" handed the paper to Yorke to read. It ran as follows: --"Brigade Office, February "The 76th N.I. will furnish a detachment of one European officer and 80 sepoys to receive charge of treasure from the detachment--th N.I. which arrived at the station this morning, and to convey the same to the Residency. The officer to report himself at the Brigade Office for instructions at 3 P.m. "By order. "Adjutant's Office, 76th N.I. "With reference to the foregoing extract from Brigade Orders, Ensign Spragge is directed to take charge of the detachment, which will be furnished by Nos. 3 and 4 companies in equal proportions, and will parade at 3 P.m. "By order. "J. Poynter, "Lt.'and Adjutant." "What do you think of that, my boy, for an opportunity for making the running?" said Spragge, while the other read the extract with eager face; "cut you out, old fellow, and no mistake. No, no, Arty, it's only my chaff," he continued, seeing that Yorke's eye glared on him with a ferocious expression quite unusual to it. "I shan't aspire to the lady herself, ...