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But " "Do you understand my order?" thundered the Colonel, with increasing choler. "I do, sir," replied Blaikie politely, "but " "Then, for heaven's sake, carry on!" Blaikie saluted. "Very good, sir," he answered. "Mr. Little, come with me." He turned upon his heel and disappeared rapidly round a corner, followed by the mystified Bobby.
Once out of the sight of the Colonel, Captain Blaikie halted, leaned against a convenient pillar, and lit a cigarette. "And what do you think of that?" he inquired. Bobby told him. "Quite so," agreed Blaikie. "But what you say helps nobody, though doubtless soothing to the feelings. Now listen, Bobby, and I will give you your first lesson in the Tactical Handling of Brass Hats.
"Blaikie was saying something about it this morning," resumed Swann, regarding him from half-closed lids, "but he was punching and tapping me all about the ribs while he was talking, and I didn't catch all he said, but I think it's all arranged. Murchison is there nearly every day, I understand; I suppose you meet him there?" Mr.
"Blaikie was saying something about it this morning," resumed Swann, regarding him from half-closed lids, "but he was punching and tapping me all about the ribs while he was talking, and I didn't catch all he said, but I think it's all arranged. Murchison is there nearly every day, I understand; I suppose you meet him there?" Mr.
"I may be wrong," admitted Wagstaffe handsomely, "but that's my reading of the situation. At any rate, Achille, you will admit that my theory squares with the known facts of the case." Petitpois bowed politely. "Perhaps it is I who am wrong, my dear Ouagger. There is such a difference of point of view between your politics and ours." The deep voice of Captain Blaikie broke in.
Both Julian Hawthorne and Thomas W. Ward ran to Concord, a distance of sixteen miles, without stopping, I believe, by the way. William Blaikie, the stroke of the University crew, walked to New York during the Thanksgiving recess six days in all.
But I was disappointed. I neither saw nor heard anything of him; and from this circumstance concluded that he, too, thought me guilty, and that this was the cause of his desertion of me. Friendless and despised, I at once abandoned myself to fate. Of poor Susan Blaikie, however, I did hear something; and that was, that she was discharged from her situation.
I tell you what, sir, I'll take you on with me and put you up for the night. My boy's at home, convalescing, and if he says you're pukka I'll ask your pardon and give you a dashed good bottle of port. I'll trust him and I warn you he's a keen hand. There was nothing to do but consent, and I got in beside him with an uneasy conscience. Supposing the son knew the real Blaikie!
For the moment haylofts and wash-houses are things of the dim past. We are living in real houses, sleeping in real beds, some with sheets. To this group enters unexpectedly Captain Wagstaffe. "Hallo, Wagger!" says Blaikie. "Back already?" "Your surmise is correct," replies Wagstaffe, who has been home on leave. "I got a wire yesterday at lunch-time in the Savoy, of all places!
Pass the word down quietly that the men are to keep in to each side of the road, and walk as low as they can. Ah, there is our sportsman, I fancy. Good evening!" A subaltern of that wonderful corps, the Royal Engineers, loomed out of the darkness, removed a cigarette from his mouth, and saluted politely. "Good evening, sir," he said to Blaikie. "Will you follow me, please?
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