In Times of Peril by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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Feringhee dogs, and threats as to their ultimate fate, were their only
reply. Eighteen miles' walk, and a great black wall rose in front of them. "That is the Alumbagh," the guide said; "the sahibs will have a big fight here. It is a summer palace and garden of the king. Once past this we will leave the road. It is but two miles to the canal and we must not enter the city--not that I fear discovery, but there would be no possibility of entering the Residency on this side. Our only chance is on the side I left it; that is by crossing the river. We must work round the town." "How far are we from the Residency now? I can hear the cannon very clearly;" and indeed for the last two hours of their walk the booming of guns had been distinctly audible. "It is about five miles in a straight line, but it will be double by the route we must take." Turning to the right after passing the dark mass of the Alumbagh, the little party kept away through a wooded country until another great building appeared in sight. "That is the Dilkouska," the guide said. "Now we will go half a mile further and then sleep; we cannot get in to-night." In the afternoon they were awake again, and took their seats on a bank at a short distance from any road, and looked at the city. "What an extraordinary view!" Ned said. "What fantastic buildings! What an |
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