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Here's your orderly with your mount, and you've eight minutes to change in." "One minute, sir," Captain Bingo utters with an effort. "This man this Slabberts is a well-known spy a trump card in Brounckers' hand, or he wouldn't be so anxious to get hold of him. And therefore by this exchange and a woman's dashed ambitious folly you may lose heavily in the end...." "I don't deny it."
He had paid every tikkie of the money faithfully to Brounckers, and his hands were metaphorically clean, and his neck comfortably safe.
By a subtle transition the apothecary-clerk then became the epistolary right-hand of General Brounckers, whose wife, son, and grandson, with P. Blinders, made up his personal staff. And round the Commandant's living-waggon, where they harboured, Chaos reigned and Confusion prevailed, and disputes in many tongues English severely excepted made Babel.
Perhaps God let her see how much they loved her in that parting hour. And then the bugle sounded "Last Post" over both the open graves, softly for fear of Brounckers' German gunners, and the great crowd melted away, and all was done and over. I have said that all the people wept.
Perhaps I will let you keep two hundred of that five hundred if you are the man to go.... But whether you go or stay, by the Lord! you will find it best to be square with Selig Brounckers." And the redoubtable Brounckers stumped off. Verily, in times of scarcity, when the lion is a-hungered, the jackal must lose his bone.
"It is unlucky," he added less pleasantly, "that you were such a verdoemte clever knave as to tell the Engelschwoman I had commandeered both beast and vehicle for Republics' use. Because now I will do it, look you! No Boer's son that lives, by the Lord! will I suffer to make Selig Brounckers out a liar."
Lady Hannah, oblivious of the absence of outdoor footwear, flew joyously to cram a few belongings into her travelling-bag and resume her discarded hat. Outside in the street, the motley crowd having melted away upon his appearance, General Selig Brounckers was saying to Van Busch: "It is a pity that the Engelschwoman's story was not true about that mare and spider.
For what are we from week-end to week-end but grimy male and female Troglodytes, eating minced horse and fried locusts in underground burrows by the light of paraffin lamps! Another peach.... Thanks. Can't you see those dear things, the Sisters, gathering them by lantern-light, and being shelled by Brounckers' German gunners. Wretches! Beasts! Horrors!"
Bingo obeyed, and read: "Lady's information perfectly correct. We hope this intelligence will reach you in time to be useful. "I have the honour to be, "P. BLINDERS, "Acting-Secretary to General "Brounckers." "By the Living Tinker!" exploded Bingo. "Don't be prodigal of emotion," the Colonel's quiet voice warns the excited husband. "There are two more letters following.
I gather now what your bad news is," says Bingo, who has been dejectedly rubbing his finger along the bristly edges of his sandy moustache, for a minute past. "Judgin' by the marginal annotations of this man Blinders brute I'd kick to Cape Town with pleasure my wife's a prisoner in Brounckers' hands?" "An unconscious prisoner yes. Give 'em their due, Wrynche.
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