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That autumn Olaf Feilan wedded Aldis of Barra; and then died Aud the Deeply-wealthy, as is told in the story of the Laxdale men. Onund and Asa had two sons; the elder was called Thorgeir, the younger Ufeigh Grettir; but Asa soon died. Thereafter Onund got to wife a woman called Thordis, the daughter of Thorgrim, from Gnup in Midfirth, and akin to Midfirth Skeggi.
"I was stowing some of my gear away when I spotted him. After five minutes' strafing he disappeared, but goodness knows how he managed to get through that little slit. Now stand by." Entering into the spirit of the chase Dudley knelt down and waited with poised stick while Laxdale charily opened the drawer. Like most drawers on board ship and frequently elsewhere it jammed.
The hunters suspended operations to wipe the streams of perspiration from their faces and to explain matters. "Ratting, eh?" queried Spofforth. "You fellows look like a pair of Little Willies looting a French chateau." "Hullo! More of 'em," murmured Laxdale as the door was unceremoniously pushed open and another of the "One Pip" officers made his appearance.
"It's in to-day's orders, so we're here to offer congrats. The battalion's doing well a D.S.O., two M.C.'s and five D.C.M.'s; not a bad record, eh, what?" "Yes, the show's over as far as we are concerned," added Laxdale. "We marched in yesterday. It was a jolly satisfactory piece of work that final attack on Fritz's position." "Sorry I hadn't a hand in it," remarked Wilmshurst.
"As things are going it reminds me of that kid's game 'Ring-a-ring-o'-Roses' simply barging round and round and getting no forrarder." "Dashed smart chap that servant of yours, Wilmshurst," remarked Laxdale, after the subaltern had related the story of Bela Moshi's devotion. "And how is he progressing?" "Splendidly, according to Dr. Barkley's latest report," replied Dudley.
"Still they come!" exclaimed Laxdale, as a knock sounded on the jalousie of the cabin door. "Come in." It was Tari Barl in search of his master. "Tarry Barrel, you old sinner," said Wilmshurst, "can you catch a rat?" "Me lib for find Mutton Chop, sah," replied the Haussa saluting. "Find him one time and come quick."
The instructions were promptly carried out as far as the transports were concerned, but from the Ponto came a signal: "Am doing my maximum speed. Must drop astern if speed of convoy is not reduced." "The blighter has got hold of the code all right," remarked Laxdale. "We'll wait and see the fun. Wonder why we are whacking up speed?"
"Why not shake the brute out?" suggested Danvers. "You try it," suggested Laxdale, whose enthusiasm was decidedly on the wane. "Wilmshurst here has turned mouldy. He refuses point blank to let me use his raiment of neutral colour as a door-mat.
"Has Macgreg returned, Bela Moshi?" asked Wilmshurst, stretching his cramped limbs, for he had not removed his boots during the last forty-eight hours, and with the exception of a brief interval had been on his feet practically the whole of that time. "MacGregor?" exclaimed Laxdale, who happened to overhear his brother-officer's question. "Yes rather.
Gradually his taciturnity diminished, until he developed into a fairly communicative individual and was generally popular with the Mess. During the stay in camp at Kilwa Wilmshurst, Danvers, Spofforth and Laxdale snatched the opportunity of going on a lion-hunting expedition, MacGregor on their invitation accompanying them.
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