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There was a number of young people on board the Blankshire, and since the good old days of Tadpool Shafto had never enjoyed himself so thoroughly. It was the first time since he had arrived at man's estate that he had been associated with girls of his own class.

On that same evening, as they steamed out into the moonlit Bay of Bengal, Sophy and Shafto paced the half-deserted deck, gazing on the Southern Cross, and the former suddenly said: "That was our last stopping-place. When I leave the Blankshire, where I have been so much at home, I shall feel rather astray." "So you would like a home on the rolling deep?" suggested her companion.

He was attached as a galloper or bearer of orders to the General's staff, but, being employed to take a message the day before to his own regiment, he charged with them, and the officers of the Blankshire who knew him, and witnessed the charge from a distance, were anxious to know for certain what had occurred, the reports which had reached them being too contradictory for reliance.

Among the crowd of guests the newcomer discovered, to his great relief, several of his fellow-assistants, and not a few passengers from the Blankshire, including Mrs. Milward, who hailed him with a radiant countenance and plump, uplifted hands. "My dear Douglas! How I've been longing to see you! I'm off to Mandalay to-morrow morning." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

All this, though so recently enacted, seemed to have left but a faint impression of its reality on Jack's mind; his one absorbing thought being that Valentine was hit, badly wounded, perhaps dying, or even dead. A man approached, and in the darkness stumbled over one of the slumberers. "Now, then, where are you coming to?" "Dunno wish I did. D'you men belong to the Blankshire?

Gregory and Sophy were returning to England at the end of August; naturally he booked his passage for the same date, and it was a happy coincidence that he and his fiancée were once more to be shipmates on the Blankshire.

An uproarious repetition of the last "Rule, Britannia!" was still in progress as Jack rejoined the Blankshire contingent, and submitted his back to a number of congratulatory slaps. These signs of approval were still being showered down upon him, when Sergeant Sparks touched his elbow. "Here's an officer wants to speak to you, Fenleigh. There he is, standing over by that tree."

"Then you have a home in the country," said Elsie, with a little sigh. The sigh was not lost on Arnold. "Yes, I have a quaint old place in Blankshire," he replied. "It overlooks a valley of many streams, in the midst of a quiet pastoral country. Can I persuade you to come and see it with the Lennards, Miss Kilner? Most people think it rather pleasant." "The Lennards?

He rang and placed his lips to the transmitter, calling a number. "Hello! Is this the chief of the Blankshire police? Yes? Well, this is Haggerty. That idea I hinted to you was a mighty good one. Prepare two strong cells and have a doctor on hand. What? Oh, you will find your horse and carriage at Moriarty's. Good-by!" My money was handed over to me.

At last she has got the wish of her life, which is to go abroad. She has answered an advertisement and secured a top-hole situation, as lady nurse in Rangoon. She starts in ten days in the ship that took you out the Blankshire, and is so busy and excited that she is nearly off her nut."