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"Yes," said Robert, "they're all coming out of their tents and moving about like ants. There's that Jakin dancing about where the bridge joins on. I wish he could see me put my tongue out at him! Yah!" The others were far too pale to wish to put their tongues out at anybody. They looked at Robert with surprised respect. Anthea said "You really are brave, Robert." "Rot!"
"Oh, do, do, do, do, do!" said Robert, while Jakin looked on with an expression of open-mouthed horror at the strange beast that talked, and gazed with its snail's eyes at him. "Well, what is it?" snapped the Psammead, with cross sleepiness. "I wish I was with the others," said Robert. And the Psammead began to swell. Robert never thought of wishing the castle and the siege away.
"Here's a nice show for us," said Jakin, throwing himself full length on the ground. "A bloomin' fine show for British Infantry! Oh, the devils! They've gone an' left us alone here! Wot 'll we do?" Lew took possession of a cast-off water bottle, which naturally was full of canteen rum, and drank till he coughed again. "Drink," said he, shortly. "They'll come back in a minute or two you see."
But about a year ago, something had occurred which induced Tom to test his uncle Glegg's friendly disposition. Bob Jakin, who rarely returned from one of his rounds without seeing Tom and Maggie, awaited him on the bridge as he was coming home from St. Ogg's one evening, that they might have a little private talk. He took the liberty of asking if Mr.
Jakin and Lew would have fled also, but their short legs left them fifty yards in the rear, and by the time the Band had mixed with the regiment, they were painfully aware that they would have to close in alone and unsupported. "Get back to that rock," gasped Jakin. "They won't see us there." And they returned to the scattered instruments of the Band; their hearts nearly bursting their ribs.
And the black-haired Cris Delighan enjoyed that flirtation more than previous ones, and the other drummer-boys raged furiously together, and Jakin preached sermons on the dangers of "bein' tangled along o' petticoats."
The scheme would have succeeded had not Jakin punched him vehemently in the stomach, or had Lew refrained from kicking his shins. They fought together, bleeding and breathless, for half an hour, and, after heavy punishment, triumphantly pulled down their opponent as terriers pull down a jackal. "Now," gasped Jakin, "I'll give you what-for."
Throw a chest an' I'll try yer." Jakin threw out his chest, which Lew smote with all his might. Jakin turned very pale, gasped, crowed, screwed up his eyes, and said "That's all right." "You'll do," said Lew. "I've 'eard o' men dying when you 'it 'em fair on the breastbone." "Don't bring us no nearer goin', though," said Jakin. "Do you know where we're ordered?"
You know I'm as keen on goin' as you," said Lew. "Wish I was a bloomin' bugler," said Jakin sadly. "They'll take Tom Kidd along, that I can plaster a wall with, an' like as not they won't take us." "Then let's go an' make Tom Kidd so bloomin' sick 'e can't bugle no more. You 'old 'is 'ands an' I'll kick him," said Lew, wriggling on the branch. "That ain't no good neither.
Jakin and Lew entered the boys' barrack-room with great stateliness, and refused to hold any conversation with their comrades for at least ten minutes. Then, bursting with pride, Jakin drawled: "I've bin intervooin' the Colonel. Good old beggar is the Colonel.
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