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They were at the cluster of rail-walled huts where the scouts had established a temporary headquarters. Webb hailed them from the door of one of those dwellings where he was rolling up the rubber cloth laid over corn husks to form the floor. "You Kaintuck bound?" "No. Ridin' with you boys. Doc thinks Boyd can't try it." "Good enough, Sarge.
Sure came a long way if that’s where he started." "I’ll go get Hamilcar. He knows somethin’ ’bout doctorin’," Fowler cut in. "Maybe Doc Matthews ain’t here, after all." "Hey, Sarge, can I see you a minute?" came a hail from without. "You manage." Muller made it more order than request as he left. Drew sat alone with Shannon, one hand on the boy’s shoulder to steady him.
"Tol'" that bastard Ah didn't give a hoot in hell what he did," said Chrisfield in a broken voice. "Say, Andy, I don't think I ought ter let anybody talk to him," said Small in an apologetic tone. "I don't see why Sarge always gives me all his dirty work." Andrews walked off without replying.
As the guard started, Hal fell in beside Corporal Hyman, telling him more of what had happened in the cellar under the Moro curio shop. "I reckon, Sarge, you've made the biggest discovery of the year in this point of the woods," was Hyman's terse comment. "I reckon, too, the captain will see it that way." It was cooler by night, though this was due mainly to the absence of the sun.
"It's going to be smoky at daybreak, but we can see their camp from this first point, I think. There's a big rock over here I'll show you you and Sarge can get under cover there. I'll lie up on the opposite side, so they'll have to come between us. Let them pack and get started. When they get nearly abreast, cut loose. Shoot their saddle-horses first, then we can fight it out.
The old woman rarely spoke and when she did one of the girls would throw her a hasty remark that hardly interrupted their chatter. Fuselli was thinking of the other men lining up outside the dark mess shack and the sound the food made when it flopped into the mess kits. An idea came to him. He'd have to bring Sarge to see Yvonne. They could set him up to a feed.
I don't understand, yet, why Lessard should pitch into MacRae so hard for doing that much. You know Mac, Lyn, and you know me we'll do what we can." She didn't move for a minute, and the shocked, stricken look in her eyes grew more intense. Then she dropped her head in the palms of her hands with a little sobbing cry. "Sarge, I I wish you'd go, now," she whispered.
"Versales," said Eisenstein. "That's where the kings of France used to live." The train started moving again slowly. On the platform stood the top sergeant. "How d'ye sleep," he shouted as the car passed him. "Say, Fuselli, better start some grub going." "All right, Sarge," said Fuselli. The sergeant ran back to the front of the car and climbed on.
Kirby was energetically fanning the top of his steaming cup with his free hand. "Git this down to warm m' toes, Sarge, an' I'll stick them same toes in the stirrups an' jingle off. Come on, Drew, no man never joined up with the army to git hisself a comfortable life...." Certainly that last statement of the Texan's was proven correct during the next six days.
Ah' now I don't know what they're goin' to do to me." "Gee whiz!" "It's a great war, I tell you, Sarge. It's a great war. I wouldn't have missed it." Across the room someone was singing. "Let's drown 'em out," said the top sergeant boisterously. "O Mademerselle from Armenteers, Parley voo?" "Well, I've got to get the hell out of here," said wild Dan Cohan, after a minute.
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