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Fred had been wide awake and talking with him since long before first cock-crow and was obviously out of sorts, shaking his head at intervals and unwilling more than to poke at his food with a fork. I crossed the room to sit beside them, and came in for the tail end of the conversation. "I might have known it, Didums, when I let you go on alone. I'll never forgive myself.
"I also!" exclaimed Kagig. "I also desire that!" "Now you've got that off your chest, Didums, suppose you talk sense," suggested Fred. "What are your plans?" Monty recognized the unalterable, and set his face. "You first, Miss Vanderman. There's one way in which we can always use a gentlewoman's services." "Mayn't I fight?" she begged, and we all laughed. "'Fraid not. No.
Two or three fellows have been kind enough to haul a tree up there, and they're trimming it to fit." "If we were wise we'd hang you to it, Didums, and save you from a lousy Turkish jail!" "Thank you, Fred," Monty answered. "There are capitulations still, I fancy. No Turk can legally try me, or imprison me a minute. I'm answerable to the British consul."
There you can help the consul bring pressure to bear on the authorities." "Rot!" retorted Fred. "Didums, you're drunk. Where did you get the drink?" Monty smiled, for he held a card that could out-trump our best one, and he knew it. In fact he led it straight away.
Didums, I warned you at the time when you let them make you privy councilor that you couldn't ever feel free again to kick over traces! Dammit, man, you can be impeached by parliament!" "Quite so, Fred. I propose that parliament shall have to do something at last about this state of affairs."
But at last the long-awaited happened, and in came Monty striding like a Norman, dripping with dew, and clean from washing in the icy water of some mountain torrent. "Oh, hello, Didums!" Fred remarked, as if they had parted about an hour ago. "You long-legged rascal, you look as if you'd been having the time of your life!" "I have!" said Monty.
"They can never take the ramp by frontal attack! The right thing to do is hold the flanks, and wither 'em as they cone!" "Monty's orders!" I said, "and I've got to be going." "Damn that fellow Didums!" he grumbled. "All right. But it's my belief he's turning a classy little engagement into a bloody brawl! Cut along! I'll pick my hundred and climb down there." Cutting along was not so easy.
Damn you, Didums, can't you see ?" "Destiny, Fred. Manifest destiny." "Can't you see crusading is dead as a dead horse?" "So am I, old man. I'm no use but to do this very thing. I can serve these people. If I'm killed, there'll be a howl in the papers. If I'm taken, there'll be a row in parliament." "You don't intend to be taken I know you!" "Honest, Fred, I "
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