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"No, nor you shall not, my boy. There, now, we know one another, and I hope we shall become well-tried friends." "But I don't know you yet, sir. You have not told me your name." The visitor clapped Fred on the shoulder again, and there was a merry, kindly light in his eyes as he cried "Come, I like this, Forrester. Your Coombeland boys are the genuine, frank English stuff.
I didn't know we were going to have trouble about it down here in Coombeland. But, I say, Scar, we're good friends, aren't we?" "Yes, of course." "That's right. They're both cross to-day; they'll make it up to-morrow." "Fred!" said Colonel Forrester over his shoulder as he rode off. "Coming, father. Good-bye, Scar; and, I say, don't tell anybody about the secret place just yet." "Very well."
And so another six months passed away, with the war-tide setting here and there on the borders of Coombeland, but never spreading its devastating influence there.
"But, Master Scar, what could your father be thinking of? Here had we got three of the ugliest Philistines in Coombeland in our hand, and we've let 'em go to blight and freeze and blast everything. What could Sir Godfrey be thinking about?" "Nat." "Yes, sir." "Do you know what is a soldier's first duty?" "To fight, sir." "No: to obey orders." "But we aren't soldiers yet."
"Well, sir, to speak the plain, downright, honest truth, as a Coombeland man should, whether he be a soldier or a gardener " "Yes, yes. Go on. You talk too much, Samson," said Fred, pettishly, for he was faint and sore. "Well, sir, suppose I do. But I aren't neglecting anything, and there's nothing else to do. Seems quite a rest to hear one's self speak."
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