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Just as they were passing under the fort gate, a large mass of snow became detached from a housetop and fell heavily at their feet, passing within an inch of Hamilton's nose. The young man started back with an exclamation, and became very red in the face. "Hollo!" cried Harry, laughing, "got a fright, Hammy! That went so close to your chin that it almost saved you the trouble of shaving."
"`A bird in the hand, etcetera. Take him as you find him look sharp; he'll be off in a second." Again the gun was pointed, and, after some difficulty in taking aim, fired. "Ah, what a pity you've missed him!" shouted Harry. "But see, he's not off yet; how tame he is, to be sure! Give him the other barrel, Hammy." This piece of advice proved to be unnecessary.
"Oh, fank you, Mister Colonel," Hammy was saying, with shining eyes of rapture fixed upon the glorious ones; "and is they weally my own, my vewy own, for good?" "Yours and Berta's, really and for good." "And won't you" Hammy's magnificent effort at disinterestedness brought the tears into his eyes "won't you want vem to play wif, ever yourself?"
"`O woman, in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou. "Alas, Hammy! pain and anguish and everything else may wring our unfortunate brows here long enough before woman, `lovely woman, will come to our aid. What a rare sight it would be, now, to see even an ordinary housemaid or cook out here!
The accountant and Harry both stopped short on hearing this, and looked in the direction indicated. "Fire away, then, Hammy," said the former, endeavouring to suppress a smile. "But do you think it really is one?" asked Hamilton anxiously. "Well, I don't see it exactly, but then, you know, I'm near-sighted." "Don't give him a chance of escape," cried Harry, seeing that his friend was undecided.
Berta put up her face confidently to be kissed. Hammy, in manly fashion, offered a hand the left the right arm being occupied with the box of toys. As Berta's little legs scampered through the door, he delayed to ask: "What are your playfings, Mister Colonel?" "Live men and big guns, just now, Hammy; and chances and issues, and results and risks."
We'll charge 'em a library apiece an' get enough litachure to last us a hundred years." "At best, sarcasm is out of season; at worst, the season 's out of it," sez Hammy to me: "and furthermore, good friend, in life, as on the stage, your part must be a role of actions, not of words."
Well, those two had what they called a war of wits until finally Locals hit Hammy with a chair, which was the way most o' their discussions ended; but it turned out that what Hammy was tryin' to say was that we should open the trunks, dress ourselves in the clothes, an' give a show.
"But drink plenty of milk and eat plenty of bread and porridge and minced meat, and you'll live to see the Relief marching into Gueldersdorp one fine morning, boy." "Unless I get deaded like Berta. And that weminds me what I wanted to tell so bad." The lips began to quiver, and the eyes brimmed. "Soldiers mustn't cwy, must vey?" "Not while there's work to be done, Hammy.
It was called "Monte Cristo," an' had the darndest set o' Dago names in it ever a mortal human bein' laid eyes on. I tried to mine it out by myself at first, but pshaw, every cuss in the book had a name like an Injun town, an' the' was about as many characters in the book as the' is on the earth; so I delegated Hammy to read her out loud.
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