A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul.
BY JAMES GRANT,
AUTHOR OF "THE ROMANCE OF WAR," "FIRST LOVE AND LAST LOVE,"
"LADY WEDDERBURN'S WISH," ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. III.
"Come what come may,
Time and the Hour runs through the roughest day."—Macbeth.
LONDON:
TINSLEY BROTHERS, 18, CATHERINE ST., STRAND.
1871.
[All Rights Reserved.]
LONDON:
BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
CONTENTS.
CHAP.
I.—PAR NOBILE FRATRUM!
II.—DOWNIE'S REFLECTIONS
III.—MR. W. S. SHARKLEY'S PLOT
IV.—THE HOPE OF THE DEAD
V.—RETRIBUTION
VI.—AT JELLALABAD
VII.—THE SCHEME OF ZOHRAB
VIII.—MABEL DELUDED
IX.—BY THE HILLS OF BEYMAROO
X.—AGAIN IN CABUL
XI.—THE ABODE OF THE KHOND
XII.—THE SHADE WITHIN THE SHADOW
XIII.—ROSE IN A NEW CHARACTER
XIV.—WITH SALE'S BRIGADE
XV.—THE BATTLE OF TIZEEN
XVI.—TO TOORKISTAN!
XVII.—MABEL'S PRESENTIMENT
XVIII.—THE GOVERNOR OF BAMEEAN
XIX.—THE ALARM
XX.—TOO LATE!
XXI.—THE PURSUIT
XXII.—THE HOSTAGES
XXIII.—THE DURBAR
XXIV.—THE LAMP OF LOVE
XXV.—CONCLUSION
ONLY AN ENSIGN.
"So, fellow, I am expected by you to swallow this'tale of a tub,' which has been invented or revivedsolely for the purposes of monetary extortion!"exclaimed Downie Trevelyan, with the most intense andcrushing hauteur, as he lay back in the same luxuriouseasy chair in which his uncle died, and playedwith his rich gold eye-glass and watered silk riband.
"It ain't a tale of a tub, my lord; but of the wreckof a steamer—the steamer Admiral of Montreal,"replied Sharkley, meekly and sententiously.
Downie surveyed him through his double eyeglass,thinking that Sharkley was laughing covertlyat him; but no such thought was hovering in themind of that personage, who was not much of alaugher at any time, save when he had successfullyoutwitted or jockeyed any one. He seemed very illat ease, and sat on the extreme edge of a handsomebrass-nailed morocco chair, with his tall shiny hatplaced upon his knees, and his long, bare,dirty-looking fingers played the while somewhatnervously on the crown thereof, as he glance