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Updated: May 23, 2025
I recollect saying at the time, "Well done, front-rank man, thee doesn't fall at that stroke," and unfortunately for the Frenchman, a fellow-comrade, who was lefthanded, came up to me very soon afterwards, and asked me how I was getting on.
And you wouldn't have me blazon that girl's face in a gallery after today's tragedy!" The detective snapped his fingers. "Poof!" he said. "I shall have Mr. Fenley's murderer hanged long before your picture is hung. London provides one front-rank tragedy a week, but not another such masterpiece in ten years. Burn it because of a sentiment! Perish the thought."
I pointed out the thicket behind which the Frenchman was, and he prepared his rifle so as to catch him out in his peeping manoeuvres, but not without himself, as well as I, being well covered by my old front-rank man. By-and-by Mr. Frenchman again made his peep round the bush, but it was his last, for my comrade, putting his rifle to his left shoulder, killed him at the first shot.
This spirited advice did not seem to find favor with the front-rank men, and the enemy retired for consultation. At last a messenger came forward. "What do you want?" he asked. "I want you to keep out." "Who is he?" asked Decker's voice. "There's another one there," cried another voice. "Why, it's Doddridge Knapp!"
We're both front-rank men, me an' Jock, when the rig'mint's in 'ollow square. Bloomin' fine you'd look. "The Lord giveth an' the Lord taketh awai, Heasy with that there drop! Blessed be the naime o' the Lord," he gulped in a quaint and suggestive fashion. 'Mullins! Wot's Mullins? said Learoyd slowly. 'Ah'd take a coomp'ny o' Mullinses-ma hand behind me. Sitha, Mulvaney, don't be a fool.
"Ohon! ohon!" cried Francie, with a true north-country yell of recognition, "naebody could hae said that word but my auld front-rank man, Edie Ochiltree! But I'm sorry to see ye in sic a peer state, man." "No sae ill aff as ye may think, Francis.
At that instant there swung two red lights, and "DO!" said the regiment. DO means TWO, sahib, but it sounded like the thump of ordnance. "Draw sabers!" commanded Colonel Kirby, and the rear ranks drew. The front-rank men had lances. By the light of a star-shell I could plainly see the Sikh officer and trooper. I recognized the charger a beast with the devil in him and the speed of wind.
Front-rank, kneel!" and so forth, he becomes unhappy; and grows acutely miserable when he hears a comrade turn over with the rattle of fire-irons falling into the fender, and the grunt of a pole-axed ox.
"Woman's idiocy, enveloped in petticoats! Who the devil cares about woman, or her dignity either? I never could bear the contemptible wretches. No give me a man a good, stout-hearted, front-rank man there's some dignity there with the eye glaring, nostril widening, bayonet fixed, and double-quick the word, against the enemies' line.
We've got to make a front-rank team out of nearly nothing!" "Aren't there any good players who have been holding back?" asked Dave Darrin. "Two that I know of, Darrin," rejoined Hepson, fixing his eyes keenly on Dave. "Who are they?" "You and Dalzell." "We haven't backed out, or refused duty," Darrin retorted quickly. "No; but you haven't pushed yourselves forward any, either."
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