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None of the three men spoke; and when Meehan crossed to where Aintree stood, staring fearfully at nothing, he had only to touch his sleeve, and Aintree, still staring, fell into step beside him. From the yard outside Standish heard the iron door of the cell swing shut, heard the key grate in the lock, and the footsteps of Meehan returning.
I can stop drinking this minute, and it will mean so little to me that I won't know I've stopped." "Then stop," said Haldane. "Why?" demanded Aintree. "I like it. Why should I stop anything I like? Because a lot of old women are gossiping? Because old men who can't drink green mint without dancing turkey-trots think I'm going to the devil because I can drink whiskey?
I give you my word not that I'll swear off, that I'll never do but I promise you you'll have no further reason to be what you call humiliated, or ashamed. You have my word for it." A week later Aintree rode his pony into a railway cutting and rolled with it to the tracks below, and, if at the time he had not been extremely drunk, would have been killed.
Jim Silver had only seen the Waler mare once on the occasion of her famous victory and defeat at Aintree the previous year; but once seen Mocassin was never forgotten. She came along at that swift, pattering walk of hers, her nose in the air, and ears twitching. "Always the same," whispered Ginger. "In a terrible hurry to get there."
I'm not afraid of whiskey," he laughed tolerantly. "It amuses me, that's all it does to me; it amuses me." He pulled back the coat of his pajamas and showed his giant chest and shoulder. With his fist he struck his bare flesh and it glowed instantly a healthy, splendid pink. "See that!" commanded Aintree.
He struck me struck me when I was protecting myself. He had a nigger with him. First the nigger tripped me; then, when I tried to protect myself, this thug of yours hits me, clubs me, you unnerstan', clubs me! I want him " He was interrupted by the entrance of Meehan, who moved into the light from the lamps and saluted his lieutenant. "That's the man!" roared Aintree.
On this particular evening young Major Aintree, in command of the battalion, had gone up the line to Panama to dine at the Hotel Tivoli, and had dined well.
"Lieutenant!" he stammered, "that man the nigger that officer shot he's dead!" Aintree gave a gasp that was partly a groan, partly a cry of protest, and Bullard, as though for the first time aware of his presence, sprang back to the open door and placed himself between it and Aintree. "It's murder!" he said.
I don't know nothin' at all about it," he said shortly. "She's trainin' the hoss. If I so much as looks at him I gets my nose bit off." The old lady's distress was such that at length the young man took his courage in his hands and approached the girl. "Boy," he said, "are you going to ride him? Please tell me." The girl set her lips. "You think I'm afraid of Aintree," she said deeply.
In the early days of its existence the new unit attended reviews and inspections at Mount Vernon, Newton-le-Willows and Aintree. Some time afterwards it was renumbered the 19th Lancashire Rifle Volunteers. The early parades of the Regiment took place at Rose Hill Police Station, and the Corn Exchange, Brunswick Street, until Headquarters were established at 16, Soho Street.
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