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"I'm not," he gulped. "She she made me." "Captain!" said Mayme with a searing scorn in her voice. "Quartermaster's Department! Safety first! When half the little fifteen-per tape-snippers in the Emporium are breakin' their fourteen-inch necks volunteerin' early and often to get where the fightin' is." David Berthelin stood on his feet, and his pretty face wore an ugly expression.
Later, 'Enery sought the sergeant. "Mind you this, sergeant," he said, "if there's any volunteerin' for the job o' fetchin' that chap in, he belongs to me. I found 'im." The sergeant grinned. "Robinson was here two minutes ago wi' the same tale," he said. "Seems you're all in a great hurry to get shot." "Like his bloomin' cheek!" said the indignant 'Enery.
"Not a word. But the looks he gives me when we meet would sour milk. He's dead sartin that I had somethin' to do with his boy's volunteerin' and he'll never forgive me for it. He's the best hand at unforgivin' I ever saw. No, no! Wonder what he'd say if he knew 'twas you, Jed, that was really responsible?" Jed shook his head, but made no reply. His friend was at the door.
They ought to be ashamed of themselves, comin' on the country to help them like this! Let every man stick to his business, and we shall get on." And looking round him, he added almost angrily: "Volunteerin', indeed! Throwin' good money after bad! We must save! Conserve energy that's the only way."
But when it gets down to private people volunteerin' for dooty as marshals, folks in the Southwest goes some slothful to work. Thar's the friends of the accoosed an' as a roole he ain't none friendless who would mighty likely resent sech zeal. Also, in the case of Silver Phil, his captivity grows out of a cattle war.
A friend to your family met Mogue Moylan, and, suspectin' what was in the wind, sent that friend to assist you, and it was by volunteerin' to take your life that he was able to save you. My brother, afther meetin' him, and hearin' from him what happened was the man that met you aftherwards, that gave you the passwords, and showed you how to open the windey.
That's not the way to beat those Boers." Francie alone had the hardihood to observe: "What is, then, Uncle Timothy?" "All this new-fangled volunteerin' and expense lettin' money out of the country." Just then Aunt Hester brought in the map, handling it like a baby with eruptions.
D'you suppose chaps with their amount of extra-tu are takin' up volunteerin' for fun?" "Well, I don't know. I thought of doin' a poem about it rottin' 'em, you know 'The Ballad of the Dogshooters' eh?" "I don't think you can, because King'll be down on the corps like a cartload o' bricks. He hasn't been consulted, he's sniffin' round the notice-board now. Let's lure him."
"An', be all manes," added Briant, "don't let any of ye try for to improve matters be volunteerin' yer opinion. Volunteerin' opinions is stuff. Volunteerin' is altogether a bad look-out. I know'd a feller, I did a strappin' young feller he was, too, more betoken as volunteered himself to death, he did.
"How much do you bet?" "Fifteen bloody francs!" "All right, I'll take yer on!" "I reckon the Froggies is the worst," said a man who had not spoken before. "I was out 'ere in 1914 an' they didn't 'alf let us down. I was a bloody fool ter join up though I'd like to strangle meself for it. They won't catch me volunteerin' for the next war, not this child, no bloody fear!
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