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Then some voice within him whispered suggestively that in this darkness Myra would be waiting with outstretched hands, and Hollister frowned and tried not to think of that. At noon next day Hollister left the mess-house table and went out to sit in the sun and smoke a pipe beyond the Rabelaisian gabble of his crew.
The smoke of the banked fires still wove little heat spirals above the stacks as if waiting for the man of the engines. The men were shamefacedly standing around the works and arguing, and one or two had rolled their blankets and dumped them on the bench beside the mess-house.
Come out, Colonel John Anthony Deever, C. B.! Come out and see me practiss on the rainge. I'm the crack shot of the 'ole bloomin' battalion. In proof of which statement Simmons fired at the lighted windows of the mess-house. 'Private Simmons, E Comp'ny, on the Cavalry p'rade-ground, Sir, with thirty rounds, said a Sergeant breathlessly to the Colonel. 'Shootin' right and lef', Sir.
Bill came hurrying down the trail to meet him, waving his hat, and shouting a welcome. Up at the yard the smith held a black hand and muscled arm up to shade his eyes from the last sunlight, and then shook a hammer aloft. From the door of the engine room the man who had been Bells' assistant bawled a greeting, and the fat cook shook a ladle at him through the mess-house window.
Sir G. O. Trevelyan quotes an example: "This is what befell Mrs. M , the wife of the surgeon at a certain station on the southern confines of the insurrection. 'I heard, she says, 'a number of shots fired, and, looking out, I saw my husband driving furiously from the mess-house, waving his whip. I ran to him, and, seeing a bearer with my child in his arms, I caught her up, and got into the buggy.
He shook his hair back from his beaded forehead, cast a wary glance at the silent stables, set his jaw, and went on up the hill to the mess-house, wishing tardily that he had waited until they were off at work again, when he might intimidate old Patsy into keeping quiet about his predicament.
Now and then some little man was brought to barracks with his head smashed in or his ribs torn away; but his companions never learned caution; they contented themselves with settling the tiger. Young John Chinn was decanted at the verandah of the Wuddars' lonely mess-house from the back seat of a two-wheeled cart, his gun-cases cascading all round him.
They slapped saddles on their horses in record time that morning, and raced down the coulee ironically shouting commiserating sentences to the unfortunate Andy, who rode slowly up to the mess-house for the lunch which Patsy had waiting for him in a flour sack, and afterward climbed the grade and loped along outside the line fence to a point opposite the sheep and the shouting horsemen, who forced them back by weight of numbers.
On the 13th the sounds came nearer he was slowly, but steadily, cutting his way through, storming one stronghold after another. On the 14th he captured the Martiniere College, and ran up the British flag there. It was seen from the Residency. Next he took the Dilkoosha. On the 17th he took the former mess-house of the 32d regiment a fortified building, and very strong.
Five minutes later Carlyon, issuing rapid orders in the veranda of the mess-house, turned at the grip of a hand on his shoulder, and saw Derrick, behind him, wild-eyed and desperate. "What have you done with Averil?" the boy said through white lips. "She is safe at Akbar," Carlyon briefly replied. Then, as Derrick instantly wheeled, he caught him swiftly by the arm. "You wait, Dick!" he said.
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