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He'll get lost in the sugar-cane one of these evenings soon." "Couldn't we..." Dicky paused. Fielding started, looked at Dicky intently, and then shook his head sadly. "It's no good, Dicky. It never is." "'While the lamp holds out to burn..." said Dicky, and lighted another cigarette. Precisely at seven o'clock Heatherby appeared.
Six months later, a letter came to Dicky from an Egyptian officer, saying that Heatherby of the Buffs had died gallantly fighting in a sortie sent by Gordon into the desert. "He had a lot of luck," mused Dicky as he read. "They don't end that way as a rule." Then he went to Fielding, humming a certain stave from one of Watts's hymns.
Then, as Mahommed Seti retired, Heatherby suddenly threw himself forward, his arms on the table, and burst into sobs. "Oh, you fellows, you fellows!" he said. There was silence for a minute, then he sobbed out again: "It's the first time I've been treated like a gentleman by men that knew me, these fifteen years. It it gets me in the throat!" His body shook with sobs.
"Safe enough, or aw'm a Dootchman," said Holgate. Then they talked in a low voice together. Down in the saloon, Dicky sat watching Heatherby. At last the Lost One raised his head again. "It's worth more to me, this night, than you fellows know," he said brokenly. "That's all right," said Dicky. "Have a cigar?" He shook his head. "It's come at the right time.
Then, as Mahommed Seti retired, Heatherby suddenly threw himself forward, his arms on the table, and burst into sobs. "Oh, you fellows, you fellows!" he said. There was silence for a minute, then he sobbed out again: "It's the first time I've been treated like a gentleman by men that knew me, these fifteen years. It it gets me in the throat!" His body shook with sobs.
Dicky's voice was hard now. "Who was he?" "Heatherby Bob Heatherby!" "Bob Heatherby gad! Fielding, I'm sorry I couldn't have guessed, old man. Mrs. Henshaw's brother!" Fielding nodded. Dicky turned his head away; for Fielding was in love with Mrs. Henshaw, the widow of Henshaw of the Buffs. He realised now why Fielding loathed Hasha so. "Forgive me for asking him to mess, guv'nor."
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