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Mulvaney climbed on to the refreshment-bar, settled himself comfortably by the beer, and went on, "Whin the row was at ut's foinest an' B Comp'ny was fur goin' out to murther this man Thrigg on the p'rade-groun', Learoyd here takes up his helmut an' sez fwhat was ut ye said?" "Ah said," said Learoyd, "gie us t' brass.
The tattoo was screamin' in chune wid Benira Thrigg an' Bhuldoo's army, an' the shticks was whistlin' roun' the hekka, an' Orth'ris was beatin' the hekka-cover wid his fistes, an' Learoyd yellin', 'Look out for their knives! an' me cuttin' into the dark, right an' lef', dishpersin' arrmy corps av Pathans. Holy Mother av Moses! 'twas more disp'rit than Ahmid Kheyl wid Maiwund thrown in.
"Thin we heard Bhuldoo, the dacoit, shoutin' to the hekka man, an' wan of the young divils brought his stick down on the top av the hekka-cover, an' Benira Thrigg inside howled 'Murther an' Death. Buldoo takes the reins and dhrives like mad for the jhil, havin' dishpersed the hekka-dhriver 'oo cum up to us an' 'e sez, sez 'e, 'That Sahib's nigh mad with funk!
You remimber that an you'll get another rupee! Thin we heard the whop-whop-whop av the hekka turnin' over, an' a splash av water an' the voice av Benira Thrigg callin' upon God to forgive his sins an' Buldoo an' 'is friends squotterin' in the water like boys in the Serpentine." Here the Three Musketeers retired simultaneously into the beer. "Well? What came next?" said I.
I will ride on a hekka. I saw thin that our Rigimintal Saint was for givin' Thrigg over to us neck an' brisket. I purshued a hekka, an' I sez to the dhriver-divil, I sez, 'Ye black limb, there's a Sahib comin' for this hekka. He wants to go jildi to the Padsahi Jhil' 'twas about tu moiles away 'to shoot snipe chirria. You dhrive Jehannum ke marfik, mallum like Hell?
Prisintly, he sthrols up, his arrums full av thruck, an' he sez in a consiquinshal way, shticking out his little belly, 'Me good men, sez he, 'have ye seen the Kernel's b'roosh? 'B'roosh? says Learoyd. 'There's no b'roosh here nobbut a hekka. 'Fwhat's that? sez Thrigg. Learoyd shows him wan down the sthreet, an' he sez, 'How thruly Orientil!
The dhriver come up afther the battle, swearin' he tuk a hand in repulsin' the inimy. Benira was sick wid the fear. We escorted him back, very slow, to cantonmints, for that an' the chill to soak into him. It suk! Glory be to the Rigimintil Saint, but it suk to the marrow av Lord Benira Thrigg!" Here Ortheris, slowly, with immense pride "'E sez, 'You har my noble preservers, sez 'e.
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