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The German hit the ground with a thud, and as he was about to pick himself up an English trooper ended his fighting days with a thrust of his bayonet. Chester seized the officer's sword and sprang forward into the thick of the conflict again. Side by side, Hal and Chester advanced with the victorious British troops, striking, cutting and slashing their way through the dense bodies of the enemy.
'Did you see my wife? he cried, looking up a moment; 'she was washing! she was washing! 'I am afraid of him, said the young trooper, 'I fear he is one of the Sidhe. 'No, said the old trooper, 'he is a man, for I can see the sun-freckles upon his face. We will compel him to be our guide'; and at that he drew his sword, and the others did the same.
"Now that, Cap'n, is jus' what I'm afraid of. We git all that's comin' that sounds a right smart better!" "Company ahead, Cap'n!" The trooper who had suggested this action, indicated a man walking down the drive to meet their cavalcade. "That's Mr. McKeever." Drew identified their host for Campbell. But the captain was already moving ahead to meet the older man.
Luck to you all of you." "That we can use, suh," Kirby returned. "Adios...." Hart's impatience was so patent that Drew had only hasty thanks for Hale before the trooper had them on their way out of town. When they were at a trot Kirby joined their guide. "How come you workin' on your critter's rump with a double of rope? Git sight of some blue belly hangin' out to dry-gulch us?"
"Truly, my lord," said the trooper, "my name is Dalgetty Dugald Dalgetty, Ritt-master Dugald Dalgetty of Drumthwacket, at your honourable service to command. It is a name you may have seen in GALLO BELGICUS, the SWEDISH INTELLIGENCER, or, if you read High Dutch, in the FLIEGENDEN MERCOEUR of Leipsic.
They took him out of his box and walked him around the decks for hours at a time, taking turns at it until officer, trooper and horse were tired out. They did the same all down the Mediterranean. And when they landed at Marseilles the horse was fit, as he proved to his own brute satisfaction by trying to kick the life out of a gendarme on the quay.
Tragedy was not, however, altogether excluded, for a trooper of the 13th Hussars was drowned, and Captain Tremayne, of the same regiment, who made a gallant attempt to rescue him, was taken from the water insensible.
"And he said?" asked Lady Merrenden, breathless. I only held tighter Robert's hand. "He swore like a trooper, he thumped his glass down on the table and smashed it a disgusting exhibition of temper I was ashamed of him.
There was no cessation of the firing, and, in this ravine each report reverberated from one clay cliff to another in ringing, resonant notes. There were no other signs or sounds of fighting only this musical din coming from the starry vault above. The trooper thought a terrific battle must be raging, and pitied the poor fellows in the trenches.
At the next moment its owner lay a quivering corpse. "Come on!" shouted the trooper, as a body of English appeared on the rock, and threw in a close fire. "Come on!" he repeated, and brandished his saber fiercely.
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