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"'Just your luck, Bill, says Chollie. 'I sweats my soul out to get up in time, and just when I'm there, up you larrups on them blame ole camels o your'n, and dashes the cup from my lips. Who'd be a foot-slogger? says he; and he takes the other by the arm; 'Now tell us all about it. "'Why that's soon told, says the orse-captain.
"'I think so too, sir, says the orse-captain. 'Still General Beauchamp got an express from Pitt to that effect last night. Some chap swore he'd seen him. And we all know if there's any man in the world'd do it, it's Fighting Fitz. "'I am Fighting Fitz, says the Genelman. 'There's no landing except what has took place." Knapp dried his eyes.
'Given my chaps a taste o the stuff after all their trouble. And he says it so ot and uffy like that the Genelman, leanin against the wall, laughs. "The orse-captain heard him, and pokes in. "'Who's that? he says. "Then when he saw the Genelman agin the wall, he offs his helmet he knoo what was what did the orse-captain, I will say that. "'Can we do anything for you, sir? says he, hushed like.
Plucky fine sportsmen, these French beggars, ain't they? "'Well, you was about a thousand to one, Chollie, so I don't know as I blames em, says the orse-captain, laughin. "'All very well for you, grumbles Plumpy, mighty bitter. 'I suppose you bagged all your lot. "'Every mother's son on em, says t'other, chuckin himself off. 'Rare sport. Look there ! and he shows the edge of his sword.
"'Nothing for Sailor and me, thank you, says the Genelman. 'I don't know about Soldier there. "'I'll send a man back to Lewes for a doctor at once, says the orse-captain. 'We must be going on. There's a scare all over the country that Fighting Fitz has landed at Pevensey at the head of a Cavalry Division. "The Genelman laughed a bit. "'A wild-goose chase, believe me, says he.
'Them we didn't cut up in the open, we run to earth in a drain, and pots em pretty from the mouth. "'Any prisoners? says Plumpy, mighty keen. "'There was two, says, the orse-captain, sniggerin. "Plumpy turns on his heel. "'Damme you might ha left me the prisoners, Bill, says he.
And strike me dead!" he lifted a streaming face "if it didn't come over me all of a pop what Mr. Piper said about him and Jesus." He pulled himself together and went on. "Then up come the orse-captain, great black charger in a lather. "'What luck? says he. "'Why none, says the foot-captain, little black and red chap, plumpy. 'The Grenadier chaps in the farm-buildings surrendered at discretion.
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