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"Nonsense!" says Lord Lundie. "Who'd have thought he was that out of training? A man oughtn't to fly if he ain't fit." "What did they want here, anyway?" said Walen; and Mankeltow says, "We can't leave them in the open. Some one'll come. Carry 'em to Flora's Temple." We toted 'em again and laid 'em out on a stone bench. They were still dead in spite of our best attentions.
I can't make it out," says Mankeltow. "Look at here," says Walen, kind of brusque. "This man ain't breathin' at all. Didn't you hear somethin' crack when he lit, Lundie?" "My God!" says Lundie. "Did I? I thought it was my suspenders" no, he said "braces." 'Right there I left them and sort o' tiptoed back to my man, hopin' he'd revived and quit. But he hadn't.
They talk about their own family affairs as if they belonged to someone else. 'Taint as if they hadn't any shame, but it sounds like it. I guess they talk out loud what we think, and we talk out loud what they think. "I liked my Captain Mankeltow. I liked him as well as any man I'd ever struck. He was white. He gave me his silver drinking-flask, and I gave him the formula of my Laughtite.
Here's our corpses, here's their machine, and daylight's bound to come." "Heavens! That reminds me," says Lundie. "What time's dinner?" "Half-past eight," says Mankeltow. "It's half-past five now. We knocked off golf at twenty to, and if they hadn't been such silly asses, firin' pistols like civilians, we'd have had them to dinner.
"'Why, only to-day he sends back his love by Johanna Van der Merwe, that goes to their doctor for her sick baby's eyes. He sends his love, that Mankeltow, and he tells her tell me he has a little garden of roses all ready for me in the Dutch Indies Umballa. He is very funny, my Captain Mankeltow. "The Dutch and the English ought to fraternise, Sir.
Now he is better, and he was let out from hospital at Jackhalputs. Ah, that Mankeltow! He always makes me laugh so. I told him long back at Colesberg, I had a little home for him at Nooitgedacht. But he would not come no! He has been sick, and I am sorry. "'How d'you know that? I says.
Up till we prisoners left four days my Captain Mankeltow told me pretty much all about himself there was; his mother and sisters, and his bad brother that was a trooper in some Colonial corps, and how his father didn't get on with him, and well, everything, as I've said. They're undomesticated, the British, compared with us.
There's some sort of mix-up among 'em, which it's too dark to see, and a thud. Walen says, "Oh, well collared!" Lundie says, "That's the only thing I never learned at Harrow!"... Mankeltow runs up to 'em, still rubbin' his neck, and says, "He didn't fire at me. It was the other chap. Where is he?" "I've stretched him alongside his machine," I says. "Are they poachers?" says Lundie. "No. Airmen.
"I wish we was as thorough as they are," says Mankeltow, when Walen stopped translatin'. "We've been thorough enough," says Lord Lundie. "The evidence against both accused is conclusive. Any other country would give 'em seven years in a fortress. We should probably give 'em eighteen months as first-class misdemeanants. But their case," he says, "is out of our hands. We must review our own. Mr.
It's big and peaceful a ten-thousand-acre farm. I could go on inventing there, too. I'll sell my Zigler, I guess. I'll offer the patent rights to the British Government; and if they do the 'reelly-now-how-interesting' act over her, I'll turn her over to Captain Mankeltow and his friend the Lord.
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