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Which syme I'm pre-pared to attest afore a no'try publick, an' lodge informeye-tion o' crime. An', s'ys he, 'I demand the protection o' the authorities an' arsk to be directed to the American consul. "S'y, we never wyted to hear no more, but hyked awye hot foot. S'y, wot all now. Oh, mee Gord! eyen't it a rum gao for fair? S'y, let's get aout o' here, Hardy, dear."
'Is pal got sniped an' Fritzie took 'is shoes. They're awrful short o' shoes. Kippers, 'e s'ys, 'I'll not l'y down me rifle till I plunk a German and get 'is shoes. Two d'ys arfter 'e comes crawlin' back through No Man's Land and the color sergeant arsks 'im did 'e carry out 'is resolootion.
'Yes, s'ys 'e, 'but blimy, I 'ad to plunk seven Germans before I could get a pair o' clods to fit me. 'E was usin' 'is pal's strength too besides 'is own. Any Tommy'll tell yer a lad wot's dyin' on the field can leave 'is fightin' spunk to anyone 'e pleases." Tom stared open-eyed.
They s'ys that you knows enough to hang all hands of us, and that you'd be certain sure to do it, too, if we was only to give yer half a chaunce." "And what is your opinion upon the matter, my man?" demanded I. "Well," said he, "I thinks as p'rhaps they're right, so far as that goes.
'Shut your damned mouth! that's wot the Doctor s'ys to me. Well, I 'ave shut it!" He closed his jaws upon an inch-thick slice. "But wot I s'y to myself is," he continued, masticating, "that makes the Third Time, an' the Third Time's the Charm!" "Wot do you mean by the third time, deer?" asked Mrs. Keyse, putting more hot water in the teapot.
"Where's Nickerson?" demanded Hardenberg. "That's it," answered the colonial. "That's where it's 'ell. Listen naow. He goes ashore along o' us, quiet and peaceable like, never battin' a eye, we givin' him a bit o' jolly, y' know, to keep him chirked up as ye might s'y. But so soon as ever he sets foot on shore, abaout faice he gaoes, plumb into the Custom's orfice. I s'ys, 'Wot all naow, messmite?
"An' strewth! when the Doctor sent for me an' pyde me orf ... full wages right on up to the end o' the year, an' the syme to Morris an' the 'ouse'old staff, tellin' us e's goin' on a voyage, I s'ys to 'er, 'It's come!" "On a voyage! Where?" "Oh, carn't you guess?" cried the woman on the ground, desperately looking up with tragic eyes out of a swollen, tear-stained face.
Just like that, 'Hands orf, wretch! And then he nips into the orfice an' marches fair up to the desk an' sy's like this we heerd him, havin' followed on to the door he s'ys, just like this: "'Orfficer, I am a min'ster o' the gospel, o' the Methodis' denomineye-tion, an' I'm deteyined agin my will along o' a pirate ship which has robbed certain parties o' val-able goods.
Come along aout o' that. But he turns on me like a bloomin' babby an s'ys he: 'Hands orf, wretch! Ay, them's just his words.
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