Charge! A

Charge! A Story of Briton and Boer

Name: Charge! A Story of Briton and Boer
Author: Fenn, George Manville, 1831-1909; Groome, William H. C., 1860-1914 [Illustrator]

作者：Fenn, George Manville, 1831-1909; Groome, William H. C., 1860-1914 [Illustrator]
体例：题　章数：128
字数：500,176　来源：Project Gutenberg

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CHARGE! A STORY OF BRITON AND BOER, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
HOME, SWEET HOME.
CHAPTER TWO.
OUR UGLY VISITOR.
CHAPTER THREE.
MY FIRST REAL TROUBLE.
I made no reply, and my father replied gravely:
CHAPTER FOUR.
WAITING FOR MY CHANCE.
CHAPTER FIVE.
A DASH FOR LIBERTY.
CHAPTER SIX.
NIGHT ON THE VELDT.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
MY NOCTURNAL VISITOR.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
PERILS WHICH GROW.
CHAPTER NINE.
THE FRIEND IN NEED.
CHAPTER TEN.
RUNNING THE GAUNTLET.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN.
I was so hot and indignant that I would not speak for some little time.
I told him, and that the party was led by an Irishman named Moriarty.
I told him all I knew, and the Colonel laughed.
I felt humbled, and was silent.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
INTO THE FIRE.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
REALITIES OF WAR.
I drew the sergeant's attention to it directly, and he nodded.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
HOW I USED MY CARTRIDGES.
I told him what I had learned, and that I had felt obliged to report it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
THE SERGEANT'S WOUND.
I mumbled out something about doing my best.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
ON THE MARCH.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
WE MAKE A DISCOVERY.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
THE OLD FOLKS WORK.
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
BATHING IN HOT WATER.
I was mutinous in my excitement, for I continued:
CHAPTER TWENTY.
WHAT PEOPLE THINK BRAVE.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
I HAVE MY DOUBTS.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
MAKING THE BEST OF IT.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
A VERY WILD SCHEME.
I nodded.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
A FORLORN-HOPE FOR FOOD.
I saluted, and went away with Denham, who began to growl:
I looked at him, laughing.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
SUCCESSFUL BEYOND EXPECTATION.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
NIGHT WORK.
Charge!--by George Manville Fenn
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
AN UNEXPECTED OBSTACLE.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.
ANOTHER DISCOVERY.
CHAPTER THIRTY.
BRIGGS'S IRISH LION.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
DENHAM'S BAD LUCK.
I looked him in the face and laughed.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.
DENHAM SHIVERS.
I could keep back my laughter no longer.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.
DENHAM PROVES TO BE RIGHT.
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.
AN AMBUSCADE IN STONE.
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.
IN DOLEFUL DUMPS.
I could not hear a sound.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX.
THE USE OF MUSCLES.
I lowered away, and then shouted again:
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN.
A HOSPITAL VISITOR.
I sighed deeply.
I laughed slightly.
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.
THE SERGEANT'S NOTION.
The Sergeant nodded. "I saw to him myself. I like that horse."
I was silent.
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.
THE DOCTOR'S DOSE.
I said nothing, but I winced.
CHAPTER FORTY.
JOEBOY IS MISSING AGAIN.
I shook my head, and turned to the messenger.
CHAPTER FORTY ONE.
OUR WILD ATTEMPT.
In about ten minutes Denham whispered, "Don't take any notice."
CHAPTER FORTY TWO.
IN THE TRAP.
I looked him fixedly in the eyes, but made no reply.
CHAPTER FORTY THREE.
IN THE DARK WATCHES.
CHAPTER FORTY FOUR.
IN THE QUEER PRISON.
I told him, and he laughed softly.
I shook my head.
I nodded, then remarked, "That man seems to have some feeling in him."
I bowed my head.
I could not speak, but I gave him a long and steadfast look.
I smiled sadly, stretching out my swollen legs.
CHAPTER FORTY FIVE.
A DAMPER FOR OUR PLANS.
Charge!--by George Manville Fenn
CHAPTER FORTY SIX.
HOW WE WERE SAVED.
CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN.
A CLEAR SKY.
THE END.