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"It's all so new to me," pleaded Cleever; "and and you said you liked my book." This was a direct appeal that The Infant could understand, and he began rather flurriedly, with much slang bred of nervousness "Pull me up, sir, if I say anything you don't follow.
And Cleever, anxious not to wag a gray beard unbidden among boys at large, said nothing on his side. Boileau solved the little difficulty by blurting out: "Won't you come too, sir?" Cleever almost shouted "Yes," and while he was being helped into his coat continued to murmur "Good Heavens!" at intervals in a way that the boys could not understand.
"Think so," said Nevin, sweetly. "In the Black Mountain. He was rolling cliffs on to my half-company, and spoiling our formation. I took a rifle from a man, and brought him down at the second shot." "Good Heavens! And how did you feel afterwards?" "Thirsty. I wanted a smoke, too." Cleever looked at Boileau the youngest. Surely his hands were guiltless of blood.
If I'd been awake I'd have killed him. I wrote that to Hicksey next mail, and and that's all. I'm 'fraid I've been gassing awf'ly, sir." Cleever said nothing for a long time. The Infant looked uncomfortable. He feared that, misled by enthusiasm, he had filled up the novelist's time with unprofitable recital of trivial anecdotes. Then said Cleever, "I can't understand.
Boileau shook his head and laughed. "Go on, Infant," said he. "And you too?" said Cleever. "Fancy so. It was a case of cut, cut or be cut, with me; so I cut one. I couldn't do any more, sir." Cleever looked as though he would like to ask many questions, but The Infant swept on in the full tide of his tale.
"I'll sit on Boileau's chair, and " here he looked at me to spur me to my duties as a host; but I was watching the novelist's face. Cleever had not the least intention of going away, but settled himself on the sofa. Following the first great law of the Army, which says "all property is common except money, and you've only got to ask the next man for that," The Infant offered tobacco and drink.
He used to make up verses on everything that happened." "What sort of verses?" said Cleever. "Lovely verses; and the Tommies used to sing 'em. There was one song with a chorus, and it said something like this."
Semi-occasionally he comes up to London, and occasionally his wife makes him visit his friends. Otherwise he plays golf and follows the harriers for his figure's sake. If you remember that Infant who told a tale to Eustace Cleever the novelist, you will remember that he became a baronet with a vast estate. He has, owing to cookery, a little lost his figure, but he never loses his friends.
And the whole country was humming with dacoits. I used to send out spies, and act on their information. As soon as a man came in and told me of a gang in hiding, I'd take thirty men with some grub, and go out and look for them, while the other subaltern lay doggo in camp." "Lay! Pardon me, but how did he lie?" said Cleever. "Lay doggo lay quiet, with the other thirty men.
They wanted all the luxuries of the season, confound 'em!" "You were alone when you were dealing with these men?" said Cleever, watching The Infant's face under the palm of his hand. He was receiving new ideas, and they seemed to trouble him. "Of course, unless you count the mosquitoes. They were nearly as big as the men.
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