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He caught hold of it, and we brought up. 'Rest for three minutes now, he said. 'We're in fairly good time. It was 11.10. I ate some biscuits and took a nip of whisky while Davies prepared for the next stage. We had reached the eastern outlet of Memmert Balje, the channel which runs east and west behind Juist Island, direct to the south point of Memmert.
Yet all these men talked of starting off to the diggings in a day or two. The Captain told me he had only been able to keep them by greatly increased pay, and by an almost unlimited allowance of pisco and whisky. It was not easy to pick our way through the crowds of strange people who were moving backwards and forwards in every direction.
They found her lying across the door of the cottage half buried in Jamie's breeches. Then they gathered them up. Life was not extinct. They chafed their hands. They rubbed their feet. They put hot bricks upon their stomachs. They poured hot whisky down their throats. That brought them to. Of course. It always does. They all lived. But the feud was done for. That was the end of it.
And yet, I desired her cocktails only for sociability's sake, to key myself to sociable moods. When I rode away from that city, across hundreds of miles of rice-fields and mountains, and through months of campaigning, and on with the victorious Japanese into Manchuria, I did not drink. Several bottles of whisky were always to be found on the backs of my pack-horses.
That night at least the whisky bottle did not make its appearance. Mrs. Sclater continued to invite young ladies to the house for Gibbie's sake, and when she gave a party, she took care there should be a proportion of young people in it; but Gibbie, although of course kind and polite to all, did not much enjoy these gatherings.
So she placed a hot-water bag against his cold feet, went to her own room adjoining to borrow a fluffy satin comforter with which to augment his own bed covering, laid an icy towel upon his throbbing forehead, and when Alfred presently appeared with a decanter of whisky, Rachael watched her husband eagerly gulp down a glass of it without uttering one word of the bitter protest that rose to her lips.
Crawshay stood upright once more. He was convinced but puzzled. "Will you tell me what induced you to do this?" he asked. "We will tell you presently. As for the submarine outside, well, as you see, he is still sending up blue lights." Crawshay gathered the ashes together and thrust them into an envelope. "Your friend will be trying some of our Irish whisky, Denis," Michael Dilwyn invited.
"Yes; get a whisky and soda and a straw, if there's one left." The booming died away. A few minutes later the Staff, ably assisted by the General's batman, got one end of the straw into the worthy Brigadier's mouth. The Colonel closed those holes he could see with his fingers, and the signalling officer held the drink. "Now, are we ready?" cried the Brigade-Major anxiously. "All right, sir suck."
I will call up and see you to-morrow morning, as I go to the police office to identify the villain. Meantime, take a dram, dear Peggy, and get home to bed. The night is cold, and see that you wrap yourself well up to keep out the wind and in the spirit; it's good whisky." Shortly afterwards she was on her way home, with more than blasted hopes of what she had travelled for.
"Bang upon the big drum, bash upon the cymbals, As we go marchin' along, boys, oh! For although in this campaign There's no whisky nor champagne, We'll keep our spirits goin' with a song, boys!" Therewith he surrendered himself to the joyful and almost weeping guard, and was made much of by his fellows.
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