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The General praised him for his courage, and told him that the charge against him should be withdrawn. "You've wiped all out, McGilveray," said Wolfe. "We see you are no traitor." "Only a fool of a bandmaster who wanted wan toon more, yer Excillincy," said McGilveray. "Beware drink, beware women," answered the General. But advice of that sort is thrown away on such as McGilveray.
In all the hot months of that summer, when parishes were ravaged with fire and sword, and the heat was an excuse for almost any lapse of virtue, McGilveray had not been drunk once not once. It was almost unnatural. Previous to that, McGilveray's career had been chequered.
He explained how McGilveray should be freed that at midnight some one would come and release him, while he, the corporal, was with his companions, so avoiding suspicion as to his own complicity. McGilveray and the corporal were to meet again and exchange courtesies after the manner of brothers if the fortunes of war permitted. McGilveray was left alone.
"You will pay for that," said the girl to the sentry, with quick anger. "Do you love me, Irishman?" she added, to McGilveray. "I do aw, wurra, wurra, I do!" said McGilveray. "Then you come and get me by ze front door of ze city," said she, and a couple of quick strokes sent her canoe out into the dusky middle of the stream; and she was soon lost to view. "Aw, the loike o' that!
"'Sh! get in," she said. "Shtrike me crazy, no!" said McGilveray. "Divil a step will I go. Let me that sowed the storm take the whirlwind." He threw out his chest. "What is it you came here for?" she asked, with meaning. "Yourself an' the mockin' bird in yer voice," he answered. "Then that is enough," she said. "You come for me, I go for you. Get in."
And the Admiral light his pipe and say: 'Bully for us, we are not kill! Who is to make the organ play Make it say zoon-kazoon? You with the corunet come this way You are the man, Magillel Piff! poum! kazoon, kazoon!" Now, this is the story of McGilveray the bandmaster of Anstruther's regiment: It was at the time of the taking of Quebec, the summer of 1759.
McGilveray gave the pass-word, and presently he was on the bank saluting the sentry he had left three hours before. "Malbrouk s'en va t'en guerre!" said the girl again with a gay insolence, and pushed the boat out into the stream. "A minnit, a minnit, me darlin'," said McGilveray. "Keep your promise," came back, softly. "Ah, come back wan minnit!" "A flirt!" said the sentry.
He gave orders that McGilveray should proceed at once aboard the flag-ship, from whence he should join Anstruther's regiment at Cap Rouge. The General entered the boat, and McGilveray followed with some non-com. officers in another. It was now quite dark, and their motions, or the motions of the vessels of war, could not be seen from the French encampment or the citadel.
There was silence on the ship for a time as all watched and waited. Presently an officer said to the General: "I'm afraid he's gone, sir." "Send a boat to search," was the reply. "If he is dead" the General took off his hat "we will, please God, bury him within the French citadel to-morrow." But McGilveray was alive, and in half-an-hour he was brought aboard the flag-ship, safe and sober.
When the sergeant-major suggested a woman, they howled him down, for they said McGilveray had not made love to women since the day of his weaning, and had drunk consistently all the time. Yet it was a woman.
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