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After which we played a handkerchief game sitting in a row and pelting the girls with a knotted handkerchief and then fighting for it During one of these scrimmages Mulvaney, two others and Learoyd came by and with eyes front and hands at their caps marched on with stolid countenances, but their officers were embarrassed.
When 'e's been checked we allus walks 'im orf, 'E ain't fit to be spoke to those times nor 'e ain't fit to leave alone neither. So we takes 'im till 'e is." Mulvaney raised his head, and stared straight into the sunset. "I had my rifle," said he, dreamily, "an' I had my bay'nit, an' Mullins came round the corner, an' he looked in my face an' grinned dishpiteful.
In front lay the cantonment, glaring white under a glaring sun; and on either side ran the broad road that led to Delhi. It was the scrub that suggested to my mind the wisdom of Mulvaney taking a day's leave and going upon a shooting-tour.
He threw up his arms, and from the right arm-pit ran, diagonally through the fell of his chest, a thin white line terminating near the fourth left rib. "My mind's goin'," said Mulvaney, the unabashed. "Ye were there. Fwhat I was thinkin' of! Twas another man, av coorse.
"'Ave you read the papers?" said he. "Sometimes," I said, "We 'ad read the papers, an' we put hup a faked decoity, a a sedukshun." "Abdukshin, ye cockney," said Mulvaney. "Abdukshin or sedukshun no great odds. Any'ow, we arranged to taik an' put Mister Benhira out o' the way till Thursday was hover, or 'e too busy to rux 'isself about p'raids.
An' just then t' beauty snarled an' showed his teeth, so Mulvaney shuts down t' lid and says: "Ye'll be careful, marm, whin ye tek him out. He's disaccustomed to traveling by t' railway, an' he'll be sure to want his rale mistress an' his friend Learoyd, so ye'll make allowance for his feelings at fost."
"This is something like," he said, luxuriously. "Wot a 'evinly clear drop for a bullet acrost! How much d'you make it, Mulvaney?" "Seven hunder. Maybe a trifle less, bekaze the air's so thin." Wop! Wop! Wop! went a volley of musketry on the rear face of the north hill. "Curse them Mixed Pickles firin' at nothin'! They'll scare arf the country."
His thoughts were away on the embankment, and they meditated evil for Dearsley. Mulvaney continued "Whin I was full awake the palanquin was set down in a street, I suspicioned, for I cud hear people passin' an' talkin'. But I knew well I was far from home. There is a queer smell upon our cantonments a smell av dried earth and brick-kilns wid whiffs av cavalry stable-litter.
'Twas a dhirty thrick to play on a comrade, for why should you, Learoyd, be balancin' yourself on the butt av a satin chair, as if Terence Mulvaney was not the aquil av anybody who thrades in jute! 'Let alone me/ sticks in Orth'ris, 'but that's like life. Them wot's really fitted to decorate society get no show while a blunderin' Yorkshireman like you
"Fwhy is ut?" said Mulvaney, bringing down his hand on his thigh with a crack, "In the name av God, fwhy is ut? I've seen ut, tu. They cheat an' they swindle an' they lie an' they slander, an' fifty things fifty times worse; but the last an' the worst by their reckonin' is to serve the Widdy honest. It's like the talk av childer seein' things all round."
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