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But to Byng's amazement Hassan Ah pointed to Crothers, who was heavier by forty pounds or more and taller by at least half a head. "Ah choose him!" he grinned; and Curley Crothers clenched both fists in absolute but quite unterrified amazement. "Come on, then," he answered. "Open the door." Then, as an afterthought "I'll fight you for the dog."
Just before dawn broke Byng's men were rushing the outer trenches. These they cleared with the wild cries of warriors whose blood was in a tempest. Bayonets dripped red, rifles were fired at hand-to-hand range, men clubbed their guns and fought as men fought in the days when the only fighting was man to man, or one man to many men. Here every "Boojer" and Rooinek was a champion.
"It is more cryptic, I confess, than the letter which will cause you to do yourself a good turn." Now Fellowes' face turned white. "What letter?" he asked, in a sharp, querulous voice. "The letter you wrote Mrs. Byng from the Trafalgar Club yesterday." Fellowes made a feint, an attempt at bravado. "What business is it of yours, anyhow? What rights have you got in Mrs. Byng's letters?"
Reggie Byng's face, as he bent over Maud, was earnest and animated, and even from a distance it was possible to see how the girl's eyes lit up at what he was saying. She was hanging on his words. Lady Caroline's smile became more and more benevolent. "They make a charming pair," she murmured. "I wonder what dear Reggie is saying. Perhaps at this very moment " She broke off with a sigh of content.
East of the Canal du Nord, the villages of Graincourt and Anneux were now in possession of General Byng's men; while west of the canal the whole line north to the Bapaume-Cambrai road was stormed. Bonaires hamlet and Lateau Wood had been captured after stiff fighting.
"'I'm so damned thleepy, and I have to be up early in the morning, he thed to me." "Byng's example's good enough. I'm off," said Fleming, stretching up his arms and yawning. "Byng ought to get up earlier in the morning much earlier," interposed De Lancy Scovel, with a meaning note in his voice. "Why?" growled out Barry Whalen.
A dreamdust peddler came wandering through the Enclave one night and let me have a free sniff. Generous of him." "And you became an addict?" "Five minutes later. So my ship left without me. That was eleven years ago, Earthtime. Alan felt cold inside. It could have happened to him, he thought that free sniff. Byng's thin shoulders were quivering.
Byng's blank amazement served only to incense his visitor further. "Yes, be damned to it, Byng!" he continued. "I'm sick of the British Empire and the All Red, and the 'immense future. What I want is the present. It's about big enough for you and me and the rest of us. I want to hold our own in Johannesburg.
They were written by the man who was playing the piano in the next room; by the man who had come and gone in this house like one who had the right to do so; who had, as it were, fed from Rudyard Byng's hand; who lived on what Byng paid him; who had been trusted with the innermost life of the household and the life and the business of the master of it. The letter was signed, Adrian.
"We warned Byng years ago," interposed Barry, "but it was no use. And we've paid for it par and premium." "What can be done to Krool?" asked Fleming. "Nothing particular here," said Barry Whalen, ominously. "Let's have the dog in," urged one of the group. "Without Byng's permission?" interjected Wallstein. There was a silence.
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