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Soldiers cost too much training to waste them on jackals and kites, if one can help it. Lift him up quick!" "He is badly hurt?" said the Tringlo. She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, no! I have had worse scratches myself. The horse fell on him, that was the mischief. I never saw a prettier thing every Lascar has killed his own little knot of Arbicos. Look how nice and neat they lie."
Here is a little money come for you from France; it has not been stolen, so it will have no spice for you! Racoleur! Here is a love-billet from some simpleton, with a knife as a souvenir; sharpen it on the Arbicos. Poupard, Loup-terrible, Jean Pagnote, Pince-Maille, Louis Magot, Jules Goupil here! There are your letters, your papers, your commissions. Biribi forgot nothing.
"Dieu de Dieu!" thought his champion as she made her way through the gas-lit streets. "I swore to have my vengeance on him. It is a droll vengeance, to save his life, and plead his cause with Vireflau! No matter! One could not look on and let a set of Arbicos kill a good lascar of France; and the thing that is just must be said, let it go as it will against one's grain.
I drew him aside into a hole in the rocks out of the heat. He was dead; he was right. No man could live, slashed about like that. The Arbicos had set on him as he went singing along; if he would have given up the brutes and the stores, they would not have harmed him; but that was not Biribi. I did all I could for him. Dame! It was no good.
"Keep its lunge for the Arbicos, mon ami," said Cigarette brusquely the more brusquely because that new and bitter pang was on her. "As for me, I want no thanks." "No; you are too generous. But not the less do I wish I could render them more worthily than by words. If I live, I will try; if not, keep this in my memory. It is the only thing I have."
When his officers were all gone down, he rallied, and gathered his handful of men, and held the ground with them all through the day two four six eight ten hours in the scorch of the sun. The Arbicos, even were forced to see that was grand; they offered him life if he would yield.
The Arbicos want a skirmish to the music of musketry. We are not to know just yet; we are to have the order de route to-morrow. I overheard our officers say so. They think we shall have brisk work. And for that they will not punish the vieille lame." "Punish! Is there fresh disobedience? In my squadron; in my absence?" He rose instinctively, buckling on the sword which he had put aside.
It is misery that is glory the misery that toils with bleeding feet under burning suns without complaint; that lies half-dead through the long night with but one care to keep the torn flag free from the conqueror's touch; that bears the rain of blows in punishment, rather than break silence and buy release by betrayal of a comrade's trust; that is beaten like the mule, and galled like the horse, and starved like the camel, and housed like the dog, and yet does the thing which is right, and the thing which is brave, despite all; that suffers, and endures, and pours out his blood like water to the thirsty sands, whose thirst is never stilled, and goes up in the morning sun to the combat, as though death were paradise that the Arbicos dream; knowing the while, that no paradise waits save the crash of the hoof through the throbbing brain, or the roll of the gun-carriage over the writhing limb.
There is your Corporal there le beau Victor has been attacked by four drunken dogs of Arbicos, dead-drunk, and four against one. He fought them superbly, but he would only parry, not thrust, because he knows how strict the rules are about dealing with the scoundrels even when they are murdering you, parbleu! He has behaved splendidly. I tell you so.
We should have been cut to pieces, as sure as destiny, if he had not collected a handful of broken Chasseurs together, and rallied them, and rated them, and lashed them with their shame, till they dashed with him to a man into the thickest of the fight, and pierced the Arabs' center, and gave us breathing room, till we all charged together, and beat the Arbicos back like a herd of jackals.
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