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"And now, Ah-mo, I want to ask you the most important question of all. Will you I mean, can you " "Come in to supper," interrupted Paymaster Bullen, bustling out on the veranda at that moment. "Who is it? You, Donald, and you, Ah-mo, my dear girl? Why, there won't be a bite left, if you don't hurry. Never saw such feeders in my life. 'Pon honor, I never did."
Many ladies came on horseback, and others in carriages. The two young officers were soon engaged, chatting and laughing, with the latter. "Do you mean to say that you are not going to ride, Captain Bullen?" one of the ladies on horseback said.
Baffled by the darkness, the multitude ran hither and thither, aimlessly, wildly, in search of their homes. Presently the vivid lightning flashes gave them fitful direction, and gradually the crowds melted away. George Bullen had swerved from his homeward way, to reach the crowd about the "two witnesses." The gleaming lightning gave him his direction now.
Next morning Lisle went, early, to headquarters. He had to wait a little time before he could see the general. When he went in, General Lockhart said: "Now about yourself, Mr. Bullen. Your place has, of course, been filled up; but I shall be glad to appoint you as extra aide-de-camp, if you wish. Would you rather be on staff duty, or rejoin your regiment?"
The getting of that young savage into the water was a difficult and ticklish job; but they finally succeeded, after Donald had first removed the gag from his mouth. He took the Indian's knife, and, as the latter slid into the water, Bullen held him by the scalp-lock, while Donald severed the thong that bound his wrists.
"How old are you, Mr. Bullen? You look very young." "I am only a little past sixteen," Lisle said, with a laugh; "but I don't suppose the War Office knew that.
"That is a very good excuse, Bullen; but I hope that, at any rate, you will carry out your idea before the next wet season begins that is, if we are kept on here, as a punishment for our sins." At this moment one of the non-commissioned officers came in with a letter, and Hallett opened it. "Oh dear," he said, in a tone of deepest disgust, "we are off again!" "Thank goodness!" Lisle said.
He howled, danced, fought, ran this way and that, and, finally, breaking from his tormentors, fled to where the two young men were standing. "Save me!" he cried. "Christie! Hester! save me!" "By Heavens! It is Bullen!" gasped Christie. "So I thought some time ago," said Donald. As the fugitive reached them, he sprang behind Donald, crying, "The mark on your arm, Hester! Show it to them!
I know what depends upon it, and I will set to." "I have no doubt you will, Lisle, for you have plenty of common sense, though you are a little inclined to mischief not that you are altogether to blame for that, for the officers encourage you in it." This conversation took place between Captain Bullen, of the 32nd Pioneers, and his son.
So far as internal evidence is concerned the poem has absolutely nothing but its own perfection to connect it with the name of Marlowe; it is utterly unlike all other verse, dramatic, narrative, or lyric, ascribed to him. An admirable eclectic text, which exhibits to the full the delicacy of the rhythm, has been prepared by Mr. Bullen in his edition of Marlowe's works.
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