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Updated: July 13, 2025
Hogan wrung his hands and looked miserably around. "Answer at once!" "It's it's the lootenant's, sir!" "What lieutenant?" "Misther Ray, sir. Oh, God forgive me!" sobbed poor Hogan, and, covering his face with his hands, he burst into tears. "Where is Mr. Ray?" demanded the colonel, in a voice that trembled despite his strong effort at self-control.
"Presently the doctor comes along, sees the crowd, but goes inside without sayin' nothin'. But soon we 'ears 'im lettin' go at the sick bay stooard inside. 'Wot the devil's the meanin' o' this? 'e wants to know. 'Fust lootenant's orders, sir, sez the stooard. 'Fust lootenant be damned, the doctor sings art. 'I'll report 'im to the captain.
He came to the room where the two officers were seated and stumbled over Mr. Blake's boots. "What on earth do you want, Hogan?" asked Ray, looking up from his paper and pipe. "I was wanting to clane the lootenant's pistol, sir, an' it isn't in the holster." "You needn't clean it to-night," said Ray, coloring. "I want it." "What the dickens do you want it for to-night?" said Blake.
I locked 'em both in, sir. Shure they couldn't take the lootenant's horse without his knowin' it, sir." Ray took the key and hobbled out to his back door, simply telling Hogan to come with him. He was thunderstruck at the idea of their taking Dandy from him. He never thought of that as a possibility Dandy, who seemed after that wild night-ride to be part of himself.
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