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And as the Chief, and Saxham with him, dropped on Brooker in the act of smuggling lush into the trenches the other day, I fancy Brooker's teeth are fairly drawn. Though he swore to me that there isn't a saloon-keeper or a saloon-loafer in the town that doesn't know Saxham by the nickname of the Dop Doctor."
Even Lizzy, the prettiest of fair children, would look poor and watery by the side of Willy Brooker, the sober little personage who is picking up the apples with his small chubby hands, and filling the basket so orderly, next to his father the most useful man in the field.
He waved his hands, thick, short-fingered, clammy members.... "My story is as follows, sir...." "I shall have pleasure in listening to it, Mr. Brooker, on condition that you will do me first the favour of listening to a story of mine?" Deferred Brooker protested willingness. "Last night, Mr.
"I I have been the victim of an outrage, sir!" "Sorry to hear it; what's your name?" "Brooker, sir," volunteered W. Keyse's Corporal. "The other sentry we put on with Keyse here." "Mr. Brooker, sir, General Stores, Market Square," babbled the citizen. "Well, Private Brooker, what have you to say?"
Commander Creswell, in the Surprise, and Captain N. Vansittart, in the Magician, were equally successful in other directions. The latter had under his command the Inflexible, Commander Brooker, with the Plover and Algerine gunboats.
The crowding faces of B.S.A. men and Town Guardsmen were grinning now. The patrol-officer was rocking in his saddle. "When I revived, sir, from the swoon or trance ..." "Very good, Private Brooker; we'll hear the rest of that in the morning. Sergeant, relieve these sentries, and bring Private Keyse and the hypnotic subject before me in the morning.
"You can tell my country, sir, that I died willingly," panted the moribund. "With pleasure, when you're dead. But you're not yet, you know, Brooker." His keen glance was following the run of the Doctor's surgical scissors through the brown stuff and revelling in discovery. And Saxham's set, square face and stern eyes were for once all alight with laughter.
He started back, for he found that he confronted not Nicholas, as he had supposed, but Brooker. Ralph had no reason, that he knew, to fear this man; he had never feared him before; but the pallor which had been observed in his face when he issued forth that night, came upon him again. He was seen to tremble, and his voice changed as he said, keeping his eyes upon him, 'What does this fellow here?
Make this man Brooker a prisoner at large for the present, and fall in the picket." The Sergeant saluted. "Very good, sir." The bubbling Brooker boiled over frothily as the sentries were changing. "A prisoner! Good God! do they take me for a traitor? A Magistrate ... an Alderman, the President of the Gas Committee ..."
Brooker, soothed by the courteous affability of the reception, his sense of importance magnified by being led aside, apart from the others, into the official privacy of the stoep-corner, began to be eloquent.
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