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And what the mischief did you do to MacRae that he quit the South next spring after I did, and straightway went to soldiering in this country?" She shied away from that query, just as I expected. "We had oceans of trouble after you left there, Sarge," she told me, turning her head from me so that her gaze wandered over the barrack-square.
"Fuselli, Grey, Eisenstein, Meadville, Williams...all right, come along." "Say, Sarge, this guy says that frog trains are faster than our trains. What d'ye think o' that?" The sergeant put on his comic expression. Everybody got ready to laugh. "Well, if he'd rather take the side-door Pullmans we're going to get aboard tonight than the 'Sunset Limited, he's welcome. I've seen 'em.
"You get out o' bed this minute," roared the sergeant again. The boy; was silent; his white cheeks quivered. "What the hell's the matter with him?" "Why don't you yank him out yourself, Sarge?" "You get out of bed this minute," shouted the sergeant again, paying no attention. The men gathered about walked away. Fuselli watched fascinated from a little distance.
"I think there's two guys trying to break loose out of here." "Who? If you're wrong it'll be the worse for you, remember that." "Surley an' Watson. I heard 'em talkin' about it behind the latrine." "Damn fools." "They was sayin' they'd rather be dead than keep up this life." "They did, did they?" "Don't talk so loud, Sarge. It wouldn't do for any of the fellers to know I was talkin' to yer.
The corporal, rather chalky-looking under his tan, stepped forward and laid a hand on MacRae's shoulder. "Gordon MacRae and Sarge Flood, in the Queen's name I arrest you for the robbery of Paymaster Ingstram on the MacLeod trail and the murder of two of his escort, and I warn you that anything you may say will be used against you."
"Slosson has been telling me about kantab," replied Green, with a grimace and a shudder. "Never heard of him," replied Hal. "It isn't a 'him' at all, Sarge," rejoined Green. "Kantab is the name of a poison that the Moros extract from one of their plants up in the hills." "Well, cheer up," urged Sergeant Overton, seating himself and opening a book. "There are no poisons issued in the rations."
I found a fragment about the size of my fist and set it on the rim of the ledge. He squinted up at it a moment, then nodded, smiling. "Come on down now, Sarge," he grinned; and, seating himself on a rock with the carbine across his knees, he began to roll a cigarette, as if the finding of Hank Rowan's gold-cache were a thing of no importance whatever.
Their heads and necks were protected by collapsible nets that they had taken from their haversacks. For those who were up and on duty the torment of the flying pests was acute. There was little danger of a sentry going to sleep without a head net and some protection for his hands. "Ain't it awful, Sarge?" demanded Private Bender, as Hal paused near him.
"We all seem to be more or less under a cloud, Sarge," she said slowly. "Maybe when dad comes he can furnish a silver lining for it. I sometimes what makes you look that way? You look as if you were thinking it my fault that Gordon is in trouble." "You're wrong there," I protested, truthfully enough. "But you have that air," she declared. "And I'm not to blame.
He caught sight of the sergeant coming towards the warehouse, across the new green grass, scarred by the marks of truck wheels. "Sarge," he called. Then he went up to him mysteriously. "The loot wants to see you at once in Warehouse B."
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