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This time Charteris sat up, exhibiting an angry countenance and a rough head. "Don't want to hear it," he growled. "Hang it! can't a man be left in peace in his own quarters?" "No, but I say, Bob," repeated Gerrard, feverishly anxious to anticipate the impending move, "the Colonel has been speaking to me pitched it uncommon strong, he did. Do wait and hear what I have to say!
The guns did not burst, and though the shot fell far short, in consequence of the reduced charges, they drew an excited matchlock fire from the men in ambush, which did no harm, but showed their positions. The guns moved on, and Gerrard found excellent places for them in some rocky ground thick with thorny bushes, while his matchlockmen exchanged long shots with the concealed enemy.
"Perhaps she will go into one of the tents," suggested Charteris, as much puzzled as his friend, and Gerrard advanced hesitatingly, unable to conceive why the troops did not actively resent this unheard-of violation of etiquette.
The military arrangements for the funeral were made by Gerrard and Charteris, who were quite aware that they and their men, in the character of sympathetic spectators, were in as great danger as Kharrak Singh himself.
The first thing you know the Girl of All Others will be saying, 'Embrace me, embrace my cause. Why, my Cousin Augustus met a regular peach of a girl at the country club, visiting at the Gerrard Penningtons', don't you know, and almost the first question she asked him was did he believe in equal rights?"
"Won't he be punished enough when the story of Sher Singh's escape gets about not to speak of the additional trouble we may expect here? Hal, old boy, let him alone. If you don't, you'll be sorry when you're yourself again." "For you to urge patience upon me is a novelty," said Gerrard, rather bitterly, but his step was less resolute as he tramped about the tent.
The Eurasian apothecary, the only man in the camp who could speak English, had entered deprecatingly, with a visage of alarm. Gerrard spoke sharply. "Don't look so frightened, Mr Moraes. What is it?" "Zere are soldiers approaching, sar a whole armee. What is to be done?" "Bid Sirdar Badan Hazari send the men to their posts, and challenge the strangers before they get within musket-shot."
There on the step lay the shabby book with the funny name and the small oval bit cut from the fly leaf, beneath which was the Candy Man's name, Robert Deane Reynolds. Shows how Mrs. Gerrard Pennington, unhappy and distraught, beseeches Uncle Bob to help her save Margaret Elisabeth; also how Mr.
"Oh, James, I know that means you have done something dreadful, and want me to get you out of the difficulty!" she sighed. "Well, love, what is it?" "I have sent a kasid to meet poor Gerrard, to tell him he is to come to us, and we will take no refusal. As soon as the man was gone, I remembered that you would probably object to his being thrown into Miss Cinnamond's company."
"The old man swears he will turn out Ratan Singh whoever he may have been and give the poor chaps a pucca funeral in the shrine itself," said one youth. "I was not aware that we fought with the dead," said Gerrard, rather disgusted. "Seems rayther a spicy idea to me," drawled another. "They do our fellows out of a grave, so we prig one of theirs for 'em."
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