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"Why, indeed, now you come to mention it, I haven't the least idea; but, perhaps, my man can tell me." "Eh what?" exclaimed the Captain. "Oh, b'gad, he's smoking us!" "Peterby!" "Sir?" and having saluted the company, Peterby stood at respectful attention. "I shall be giving a small dinner in three days' time." "Certainly, sir." "At my house, Peterby, consequently I desire to know its location.
I repeated. "No, Peregrine!" said he, his voice sharp and incisive. "Killing is murder, and I am your friend. But if you wish to fight a fellow, or say twenty fellows, b'gad, I'm with you! The more the merrier so speak the word!" "Yes!" said I. "Yes, I'll fight, but kill him I will it almost seems preordained that I should kill him from the beginning " "And whom did you say he was, Perry?"
Jolly old boy, though deuced fond of him ha! there's Haynes! Over yonder! Fellow driving the phaeton with the black-a-moor in the rumble." "You mean the man in the bright green coat?" "Yes. Call him 'Pea-green Haynes' one of your second-rate, ultra dandies. Twig his vasty whiskers, will you! Takes his fellow hours to curl 'em. And then his cravat, b'gad!"
"Cowboy, b'gad!" drawled the honorable Freddie knowingly to a fair-faced young English girl who was watching the rider with a degree of interest rather distasteful to the stalwart guardsman. "I wonder now where the beggar got that horse. Best looker I've seen in Egypt." "Best lookers, you mean, Freddie," corrected the girl mischievously; "but how do you know he is a cowboy?"
"Oh, well now and then, y'know, though I'm generally unlucky. Must have been under Aldeboran, is it? anyhow, some cursed star or other. Been dogged by ill-luck from my cradle, b'gad! On the turf, in the clubs and bells, even in the Peninsular!" "So you fought in the Peninsular?" "Oh, yes." "And did you gamble there too?" "Naturally whenever I could." "And did you lose?" "Generally.
Come now," cried the Captain, glancing round the yard, "who'll buy him? B'gad! who'll give ten pounds for an accursed brute that nobody can possibly ride?" "I will!" said Barnabas. "Fifteen, sir!" cried the shabby man on the instant, with his gaze still on the horse. "Twenty!" said Barnabas, like an echo. "Twenty-five, sir!" retorted the shabby man.
"My knee's sound enough to teach this countryman manners, b'gad; you heard him say my coat was filthy?" "So it is, Sling, my boy, devilish dirty! So are your knees look at 'em! But if you will dismount head over heels into a muck-heap, my dear fellow, what the dooce can you expect?" The Captain merely swore.
And now, in their turn, divers other noble gentlemen rise in their places and deliver themselves of speeches, more or less eloquent, flowery, witty and laudatory, but, one and all, full of the name and excellences of Barnabas Beverley, Esquire; who duly learns that he is a Maecenas of Fashion, a sportsman through and through, a shining light, and one of the bulwarks of Old England, b'gad! etc., etc., etc.
"Begad, I think it would, Jervas." "Though, mark me, George, I have sometimes thought she has the preposterous lack of judgment to prefer you." "No did you though!" exclaimed my uncle George, spurs jingling again. "B'gad, and did you though dooce take me!" "Aye, George, I did, but only very occasionally.
Up we went, nearer and nearer, with our fellows about a hundred yards in our rear, clambering after us and cheering as they came. I was close upon the confounded breastwork when I took a musket-ball through my leg, and over I went like a shot rabbit, b'gad! Just then Crichton panted up. 'Hurt? says he.
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