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It's my turn now... I wish I was drunk; I would soon giv' you a leg up. That's where yer bound to go. Feet fust, through a port... Splash! Never see yer any more. Overboard! Good 'nuff fur yer." Jimmy's head moved slightly and he turned his eyes to Donkin's face; a gaze unbelieving, desolated and appealing, of a child frightened by the menace of being shut up alone in the dark.
I'll dig up the things you'll need, and you can drop in here and get them when you come off your run to-night." Spare time! Bob Donkin didn't have any spare time those days! But that was Donkin's way. Spence sick, and two men handling the dispatching where three had handled it before, didn't leave Bob Donkin much spare time not much. But a boost for the kid was worth a sacrifice.
The men fell into their places and prepared to climb the hill and assist Donkin's brigade, which was evidently unable alone to resist the attack. Knapsacks were thrown off, firelocks tightly grasped, and the regiment impatiently awaited orders to advance.
I will reconnoitre all the ground in front of you, and will then, with the colonel, join you." The position Terence had chosen was a quarter of a mile west of the spur held by Donkin's brigade.
Donkin's fluttering heart eased its pace, and when he looked towards the bunk again Jimmy was staring as before at the white beam. "'Ow d'yer feel now?" he asked. "Bad," breathed out Jimmy. Donkin sat down patient and purposeful. Every half-hour the bells spoke to one another ringing along the whole length of the ship.
Donkin's men, though fighting fiercely, were pressed back, and would have been driven from their position had not General Hill brought up the 29th and 48th, with a battalion of detachments composed of Sir John Moore's stragglers. These charged the French so furiously that they were unable to withstand the assault, although aided by fresh battalions ascending the front of the hill.
As their men approached the summit of the hill, the French artillery was obliged to cease playing in that direction, and turned its attention to the British center, while a fierce musketry contest took place between the French and Hill and Donkin's men. The ground was rough, and the troops on both sides, broken up into small bodies, fought desperately.
Helena Bay, and for the same reasons. How many more bays in Cape Colony?" EMMA. "Only one, papa, and that is Donkin's Bay. We must then sail along the Hottentot coast until we arrive at Walwisch Bay." GEORGE. "Papa, are not the Boschmen dwelling somewhere near here?"
"What's your name Toddles?" inquired Donkin, as Toddles halted before the dispatcher's table. Toddles froze instantly hard. His fists doubled; there was a smile on Donkin's face. Then his fists slowly uncurled; the smile on Donkin's face had broadened, but there wasn't any malice in the smile. "Christopher Hyslop Hoogan," said Toddles, unbending.
Wait looked at him. He looked at him in a quite friendly manner. Nobody could tell what would please our incomprehensible invalid: but for us the scorn of that snigger was hard to bear. Donkin's position in the forecastle was distinguished but unsafe. He stood on the bad eminence of a general dislike.
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