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"For God's sake, how came you alive?" asked Murden, looking at the man as though he expected to see him disappear from before his eyes at a moment's warning. "O, it's wery vell to ax me how I does a thing after I get's out of a fix," Steel Spring replied, with one of his grins; "but I know'd that I varn't goin' to kick the bucket vithout vun trial for my life."
"The infantry officer who really does all he ought," Pélican declared, "well, he get's killed." "Or else he's lucky." "There's black and there's white in the company officers. At bottom you know, I say they're men. It's just a chance you've got whether you tumble on the good or the bad sort. No good worrying. It's just luck." "More's the pity for us."
There flashed back to her the illuminating bit of conversation with which Fascinating Facts had regaled her on the homeward drive that night of the tea. "Nice chap, Fenger. And a wiz in business. Get's a king's salary; Must be hell for a man to be tied, hand and foot, the way he is." "Tied?" "Mrs. Fenger's a semi-invalid. At that I don't believe she's as helpless as she seems.
Here we are, by millions, in a perpetual crash of victory and calamity, and yet take me for an example in spite of me my one devouring anxiety that wakes me up in the night and gives me dreams in the day is how to get her before this next battle get's me. Yes, the instant I'm ordered I go, and if I'm not ordered soon I go anyhow. I wouldn't have my boys" etc.
I'm goin' to need Jerry down further on the quicksand fords of the Canadian; an', as I explains, them teeth is a wreck by now, an' no good if he get's 'em ag'in; Jerry munchin' of his food powerful. "After a while I rounds up the Colonel an' herds him back to camp. Jerry has shore sawed off a sore affliction on that tenderfoot when he takes in them teeth; I can see that.
But what he "minded" Helen had no wish to hear, and she retired, leaving her father and the stranger, both rapidly becoming somewhat over-loose of speech under the influence of brandy. "A likely wench!" cried the stranger as the door closed. "A likely wench, sir. He'll be a lucky dog that get's her.
"More fighting," said Samson, in a low, grumbling tone. "Well, if one don't get enough to eat, one get's enough hard knocks, and I never felt miserly over them. Look here, Master Fred, are we going to have another scrummage?" "Hush! Yet, I think so." "So do I, sir," said Samson, taking up his belt another hole.
So we were bringing him down here, hoping to match him with Jessamy, or, failing him, some other good man. But the fool, not knowing Jessamy, get's himself thrashed, and the whole thing's a flam." "Jessamy has given up the game, Uncle." "I know, but he loves it still. And you saw the fight! Tell me of it no, wait the others must hear."
Right." Turning to Mr. Yollop, he announced as he sank back into the chair comfortably: "It's an apartment. We'll probably have quite a long wait. I've found it takes some little time to wake the head of the house and get him to the 'phone. And say, he's the darndest grouch I've ever tackled. Get's sore as a crab. But we've got him where we want him.
Then, all in a twinkling Hibbert leaped in, hobbling the thrown beast effectively. Having done this he made a few knots in the rope with workmanlike indifference. "Now, the beast won't run about very fast, if he get's up," remarked Mr. Hibbert, rising from his task. "For that matter, I hardly believe he'll get up." Hibbert next busied himself with gathering in the rope that Dick had used.
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