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An' I'm here to charge that thug " "You are here because you are under arrest," said Standish. "You are arrested for threatening the police, drunkenness, and assaulting a citizen with intent to kill " The voice of the young man turned shrill and rasping. "And if the man should die " Aintree burst into a bellow of mocking laughter. Standish struck the desk with his open palm.
"I don' unnerstan'. What good's it goin' to do you to lock me up an' disgrace me? What harm have I done you? Who asked you to run the army, anyway? Who are you?" "My name is Standish," said the lieutenant. "My father was colonel of the Thirty-third when you first joined it from the Academy." Aintree exclaimed with surprise and enlightenment.
But," he paused and pointed his hand at Aintree as though it held a gun, "you are going to leave the army!" Like a man coming out of an ugly dream, Aintree opened and shut his eyes, shivered, and stretched his great muscles. They watched him with an effort of the will force himself back to consciousness. When again he spoke, his tone was sane.
Joses dropped his voice into his boots. "Make it a monkey and I'll quit," he muttered. "She's worth it," he added cunningly. Silver looked at him. The tout came a sudden step closer. "I know," he whispered. Aintree The Grand National is always the great event of the chasing year. This year it was something more.
He came down on the night train and jumped off after the train was pulling out and stumbled into a negro, and fell. He's been drinking and he swore the nigger pushed him; and the man called Aintree a liar. Aintree pulled his gun and the nigger ran. Aintree fired twice; then I got to him and knocked the gun out of his hand with my nightstick." There was a pause.
The disqualification of the mare at Liverpool last year after the great race had served only to whet his appetite and kindle his faith. A quarter of a century before he had set himself to find the horse that would beat the English thoroughbred at Aintree. And in Mocassin he had at last achieved his aim.
Aintree had been only a name signed to brilliant articles in the service magazines, a man of whom those who had served with him or under him, when asked concerning him, spoke with loyalty and awe, the man the newspapers called "the hero of Batangas." And when at last he saw his hero, he believed his worship was justified. For Aintree looked the part.
"Aintree," he cried, "suppose I could work a miracle; suppose I've played a trick on you, to show you your danger, to show you what might come to you any day does that oath still stand?" The hand that held his ground the bones together. "I've given my word!" cried Aintree. "For the love of God, don't torture me. Is the man alive?"
When Standish learned his hero was a drunkard, when day after day Aintree furnished visible evidences of that fact, Standish felt Aintree had betrayed him and the army and the government that had educated, trained, clothed, and fed him.
Young Standish of the Canal Zone police, who, though but twenty-six, was a full corporal, was for that night on duty as "train guard," and was waiting at the rear steps of the last car. As Aintree approached the steps he saw indistinctly a boyish figure in khaki, and, mistaking it for one of his own men, he clasped the handrail for support, and halted frowning.
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