The Guerilla Chief, and Other Tales. Майн Рид

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Название The Guerilla Chief, and Other Tales
Автор произведения Майн Рид
Жанр Языкознание
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Издательство Языкознание
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       Mayne Reid

      The Guerilla Chief, and Other Tales

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066173135

       Story 1, Chapter II.

       Story 1, Chapter III.

       Story 1, Chapter IV.

       Story 1, Chapter V.

       Story 1, Chapter VI.

       Story 1, Chapter VII.

       Story 1, Chapter VIII.

       Story 1, Chapter IX.

       Story 1, Chapter X.

       Story 1, Chapter XI.

       Story 1, Chapter XII.

       Story 1, Chapter XIII.

       Story 1, Chapter XIV.

       Story 1, Chapter XV.

       Story 1, Chapter XVI.

       Story 1, Chapter XVII.

       Story 1, Chapter XVIII.

       Story 1, Chapter XIX.

       Story 1, Chapter XX.

       Story 1, Chapter XXI.

       Story 1, Chapter XXII.

       Story 1, Chapter XXIII.

       Story 1, Chapter XXIV.

       Story 2, Chapter I.

       Story 2, Chapter II.

       Story 2, Chapter III.

       Story 2, Chapter IV.

       Story 2, Chapter V.

       Story 2, Chapter VI.

       Story 2, Chapter VII.

       Story 2, Chapter VIII.

       Story 2, Chapter IX.

       Story 2, Chapter X.

       Story 2, Chapter XI.

       Story 2, Chapter XII.

       Story 2, Chapter XIII.

       Story 2, Chapter XIV.

       Story 2, Chapter XV.

       Story 2, Chapter XVI.

       Story 2, Chapter XVII.

       Story 2, Chapter XVIII.

       Story 3.

       Story 4.

       Story 5.

       Story 6.

       Story 7.

       Table of Contents

      The Escape of El Cojo.

      Despite the chagrin I felt at being literally hors de combat, I could not at this moment avoid surrendering myself to a feeling of exultation.

      Both my chagrin and exultation were suddenly checked. A spectacle was before my eyes that inspired me with a vivid hope—a dream of glory.

      Like a string of white ants descending the side of one of their steepest “hills,” I perceived a long line moving down the face of the opposite cliff. In the distance—a mile or more—they looked no larger than termites. Like them, too, they were of whitish colour. For all that, I knew they were men—soldiers in the cheap cotton uniforms of the Mexican infantry.

      Without any strain upon my powers of ratiocination, I divined that they were fugitives from the field above, who, in their