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Title: Jack Archer
Author: G. A. Henty
Release Date: February 12, 2004 [eBook #11058]
Language: English
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JACK ARCHER
A Tale of the Crimea
By G. A. HENTY
Author of "The Boy Knight," "With Clive in India," "True to the Old Flag," Etc., Etc.

CONTENTS
Chapter I.
The Midshipman
Chapter II.
An Adventure at Gib
Chapter III.
The Escape
Chapter IV.
Gallipoli
Chapter V.
A Brush with the Enemy
Chapter VI.
The Alma
Chapter VII.
Before Sebastopol
Chapter VIII.
Balaklava
Chapter IX.
Inkerman
Chapter X.
The Great Storm
Chapter XI.
Taken Prisoners
Chapter XII.
Prisoners on Parole
Chapter XIII.
A Nominal Imprisonment
Chapter XIV.
A Suspected Household
Chapter XV.
A Struggle for Life
Chapter XVI.
An Escape from Prison
Chapter XVII.
A Journey in Disguise
Chapter XVIII.
The Polish Insurgents
Chapter XIX.
To the Rescue
Chapter XX.
In a Lion's Den
Chapter XXI.
Back at the Front
Chapter XXII.
The Repulse at the Redan
Chapter XXIII.
The Battle of the Tchernaya
Chapter XXIV.
A Fortunate Storm
Chapter XXV.
The Capture of Sebastopol
Chapter XXVI.
Conclusion
CHAPTER I.
THE MIDSHIPMAN
The first day of term cannot be considered a cheerful occasion. As the boys arrive on the previous evening, they have so much to tell each other, are so full of what they have been doing, that the chatter and laughter are as great as upon the night preceding the breaking-up. In the morning, however, all this is changed. As they take their places at their desks and open their books, a dull, heavy feeling takes possession of the boys, and the full consciousness that they are at the beginning of another half year's work weighs heavily on their minds.
It is true enough that the half year will have its play, too, its matches, with their rivalry and excitement. But at present it is the long routine of lessons which is most prominent in the minds of the lads who are sitting on the long benches of the King's School, Canterbury.
As a whole, however, these have not great reason for sadness. Not more than a third of them are boarders, and the rest, who have in truth, for the last week, begun to be tired of their holidays, will, when they once get out of school, and begin to choose sides for football, be really glad that the term has again commenced.
"So your brother is not coming back again, Archer?" one of the boys said to a lad of some fifteen years old, a merry, curly-haired fellow, somewhat short for his age, but square-shouldered and sturdy.
"No. He is expecting in another six months to get his commission, and is going up to town to study with a coach. My father has lodged the money for him, and hopes to get him gazetted to his old regiment, the 33d."
"What is he going to a coach for? There is no examination, is there? And if there was, I should think he could pass it. He has been in the sixth for the last year."
"Oh, he is all right enough," Archer said. "But my father is sending him to an army man to get up military drawing and fortification. Dad says it is of no use his going on grinding here at Greek and Latin, and that he had much better spend the time, till he gets his commission, in learning something that may be of use to him. I wish I had done with Latin and Greek too, I'm sure they'll never be of any use to me, and I hate them."
At this moment the conversation between the boys was abruptly broken off by Archer being called up by the class master.
"Archer," he said, looking up from the papers on the desk before him, "these verses are disgraceful. Of all in the holiday tasks sent in, yours appears to me to be the worst."
"I'm very sorry, sir," Jack Archer said, "I really tried hard to do them, but somehow or other the quantities never will come right."
"I don't know what you call trying hard, Archer, but it's utterly impossible, if you had taken the trouble to look the words out in the Gradus, that you could have made such mistakes as those here."
"I don't know, sir," Jack answered. "I can do exercises and translations and all that sort of thing well enough, but I always break down with verses, and I don't see what good they are, except for fellows who want to write Latin verses for tombstones."
"That has nothing to do with it," the master said; "and I am not going to discuss the utility of verses with you. I shall report you to Dr. Wallace, and if you will not work