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Confinement for days in a bare box car, with not even water to wash their faces and hands in, had not altogether robbed them of a certain trim alertness which seems to belong to the British fighting man. Their puttees were snugly reefed about their shanks and their khaki tunics buttoned up to their throats. We talked with them.
Then one after another I pulled all his other pockets inside out, and last I turned out the flap pockets in his khaki shirt. Just as I did that, a key fell out. "Four cents and a key," I said; "now are you satisfied?" "We never said he had it," Hunt Ward spoke up. "Well, now you can see he hasn't anyway," I said. All the while Mr.
And her young man in khaki dare not resist. In Paris, when the place of a man who had been mobilized was taken by his wife, sister, or daughter, no one was surprised. Frenchwomen have for years worked in partnership with men to a degree unknown in England.
"I may as well say ..." he ran a finger round the inside of the collar that showed above the khâki jacket "that, though I have often had the pleasure, and I will add, the great advantage, of meeting ladies of of your religious profession before, this is the first time that I ever was inside a Convent." "Or a boarding-school?" she asked, and her rare, sudden smile irradiated her.
"That's the main thing," added Tom Betts, who was rather particular about how his khaki suit looked on him, for Tom was a bit of a "dresser," as some of the others, less careful with regard to their looks, called it. "I've noticed that it's grown pretty close and muggy," Paul went on. "I should say it had," added Bobolink. "I kept moppin' my face most of the way up the rise.
A few poppies here and there, and at one point a motionless grey-green lump close to the farther wire. Impossible to tell exactly what it is from the periscope the range is too far. But, in No Man's Land, such strange grey and khaki lumps may often be seen. The night, a wiring party, perhaps a little raid or an officer's patrol, and discovery.
At their head rode Lieutenant Butzow and a tall young man in soiled and tattered khaki, whose gray eyes and full reddish-brown beard brought an exclamation from Captain Maenck who commanded the guard about Peter of Blentz. "Mein Gott the king!" cried Maenck, and at the words Peter went white. In open-mouthed astonishment the spectators saw the hurrying troopers and heard Butzow's "The king!
Thus they sat on together in the doorway, speaking quietly of the loss they had chosen to make their own, in an intimate sense perhaps only possible to far-off Empire-builders. And while they talked the missionary himself appeared, and all his face lit up when he saw Carew. "By Jove! I'm glad to see you," he exclaimed, tossing his khaki helmet carelessly aside. "We hoped you would come soon.
In falling it happened that he had become caught by the seat of his stout khaki trousers; a friendly stump of a broken branch connected with a stunted tree that grew out of the face of the little precipice had taken a firm grip upon the loose cloth; and since the boy in struggling had turned around several times, there was no such thing as his becoming detached, unless the branch broke.
Where's your uniform?" Todd asked, staring at Thaine's clothes. "With yours, still. Make a minute of it when you get it, won't you?" Thaine replied. "Our common Uncle wants soldiers. He has no time to give to their clothes. A ragged shirt or naked breast will stop a Spanish bullet as well as a khaki suit." "Do you mean to say you haven't your soldier uniform yet?" Todd broke in.
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