Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 14, 2025
After I had to lie doggo I began to look for something to do, and I was great pals with a man called Hicksey in the Police, the best man that ever stepped on earth; a first-class man." Cleever nodded applause. He knew how to appreciate enthusiasm. "Hicksey and I were as thick as thieves. He had some Burma mounted police rummy chaps, armed with sword and Snider carbine.
Hicksey tied the villager up and gave him a half a dozen, good, with a bamboo, to remind him to leave a prisoner alone. You should have seen the old Boh grin. Oh! but Hicksey was in a furious rage with everybody. He'd got a wipe over the elbow that had tickled up his funny-bone, and he was rabid with me for not having helped him with the Boh and the mosquito-net.
"But, Great Scott!" said I. "Aren't you going to leave a thing for us fellows who have done our best for the college?" "Now you put it that way," she said quite kindly, "I'll think it over. We might find something for you to do. There's a couple of janitorships loose." "Hicksey," says I. "Miss Hicks," says she.
They rode punchy Burma ponies, with string stirrups, red cloth saddles, and red bell-rope headstalls. Hicksey used to lend me six or eight of them when I asked him nippy little devils, keen as mustard. But they told their wives too much, and all my plans got known, till I learned to give false marching orders overnight, and take the men to quite a different village in the morning.
There's nothing nicer than a satisfactory little expedition, when you find your plans fit together, and your information's teek correct, you know, and the whole sub-chiz I mean, when everything works out like formulae on a blackboard. Hicksey had all the information about the Boh. He had been burning villages and murdering people right and left, and cutting up Government convoys, and all that.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking