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Then, without pause, "We're goin', Sir, ain't we?" "You!" said the Colonel, stepping back the more fully to take in the two small figures. "You! You'd die in the first march." "No, we wouldn't, Sir. We can march with the Regiment anywheres p'rade an' anywhere else," said Jakin. "If Tom Kidd goes 'ell shut up like a clasp-knife," said Lew, "Tom 'as very close veins in both 'is legs, Sir."
Lew reflected on the future as arranged by Jakin a short time previously, but Cris's mouth was very near to his own. "I promise, s'elp me Gawd!" said he. Cris slid an arm round his neck. "I won't 'old you back no more, Piggy. Go away an' get your medal, an' I'll make you a new button-bag as nice as I know how," she whispered.
Jakin stood for a minute, spun round and collapsed, as the Fore and Aft came forward, the curses of their officers in their ears, and in their hearts the shame of open shame. Half the men had seen the drummers die, and they made no sign. They did not even shout. They doubled out straight across the plain in open order, and they did not fire.
Robert banged the door suddenly, and turned the great key in the lock, just as Jakin sprang to the inside of the door. Then he tore downstairs and into the little turret at the foot of the tower where the biggest window was. "We ought to have defended this!" he cried to the others as they followed him. He was just in time. Another man had swum over, and his fingers were on the window-ledge.
Jakin and Lew were attached to the Band as supernumeraries, though they would much have preferred being company buglers. "Don't matter much," said Jakin after the medical inspection. "Be thankful that we're 'lowed to go at all. The Doctor 'e said that if we could stand what we took from the Bazar-Sergeant's son we'd stand pretty nigh anything."
Robert banged the door suddenly, and turned the great key in the lock, just as Jakin sprang to the inside of the door. Then he tore downstairs and into the little turret at the foot of the tower where the biggest window was. 'We ought to have defended THIS! he cried to the others as they followed him. He was just in time. Another man had swum over, and his fingers were on the window-ledge.
"You're a bloomin' little barstard," said Jakin, strong in the knowledge that his own ancestry was unknown. Now there is one word in the extended vocabulary of barrack-room abuse that cannot pass without comment. You may call a man a thief and risk nothing.
The day stayed to watch the children. Jakin halted and beat the long roll of the Assembly, while the fife squealed despairingly. "Right about face! Hold up, Lew, you're drunk," said Jakin. They wheeled and marched back: Those heroes of antiquity Ne'er saw a cannon-ball, Nor knew the force o' powder, "Here they come!" said Jakin. "Go on, Lew:" To scare their foes withal!
"Go an' see after the taters, else Mr. Tom 'ull have to wait for 'em." "I hope Mumps is friendly with Mrs. Jakin, Bob," said Maggie, smiling. "I remember you used to say he wouldn't like your marrying." "Eh, Miss," said Bob, "he made up his mind to't when he see'd what a little un she was. He pretends not to see her mostly, or else to think as she isn't full-growed. But about Mr.
That is to say, Lew started a flirtation with the Color-Sergeant's daughter, aged thirteen, "not," as he explained to Jakin, "with any intention o' matrimony, but by way o' keepin' my 'and in."
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