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"Probably Sarjint Hennessey has some rations that he kin give us," suggested Shorty, who was genuinely sorry for the poor boys. "Dade I haint not a smidgeon," answered Hennessey. "We ixpicted ye's to git here this forenoon and relieve us, and we et up ivery spoonful of our grub for breakfast, so's to lighten us for a quick march back to camp.
That march was terrible long, and the boy kept crying to be put down; but when I laid mun down for a minute or two he couldn't rest for long, but would cry out again that the sarjint was after mun, so I had to pick mun up and go on again.
They're payin' 10 times that in some places." "I tell you, we didn't enlist for the bounty," reiterated Harry. "All the same, you don't want to be robbed o' what's yours. You don't want to be skinned out o' your money by a gang o' snoozers who're gittin' rich off of green boys like you. Where's this Sarjint Klegg and Corpril Elliott that brung you here?" "They've gone to look for the rijimint."
Dazedly awhile he surveyed the grinning trio of witnesses to his discomfiture; then, picking up his battered head-piece he crammed it down upon his bald cranium with a vicious, yet abject, gesture. "Th' missis seems onwell this mornin'," he mumbled apologetically to Slavin, "I take it yore not a married man, Sarjint?" "Eh?" ejaculated that worthy sharply, his levity gone on the instant. "Who me?"
"On'y a dhrop, Miss," he repeated piteously, "and av ye pleeze, quick! afore I'm stharved with the cold entoirely." She looked at him intently without lowering her gun. "Who are you?" "Thin, it's the truth I'll tell ye, Miss whisth then!" he said in a half-whisper; "I'm a desarter!" "Then it was YOU that was doggin' us on the Marsh?" "It was the sarjint I was lavin', Miss."
'Oh! You are, are you? sez I. 'Colonel nor no Colonel, you waits 'ere till I'm relieved, an' the Sarjint reports on your ugly old mug. Coop! sez I. . . . . . . . . . An' s'help me soul, 'twas the Colonel after all! But I was a recruity then." The Unedited Autobiography of Private Ortheris.
"I'll fall back and keep the boys together," said Shorty, as soon as an intermission allowed them to speak. "Alright," said Si. "Look out for little Pete." And Si began to forge stolidly ahead. "Goodness, Sarjint, you're not going to travel in such a storm as this," gasped Gid Mackall. "Certainly," Si called back. "Come on. We've got to reach that mill tonight, no matter what happens.
They huddled together to brace each other up. "Si," said Shorty, "didn't you say that it was a squad o' the Maumee Muskrats in the mill, and that we wuz goin' to relieve 'em." "Yes, and the Orderly said that railroad 'Mick' Hennessey was the Sarjint in command."
The village "Dogberry" drew nigh with his victim and halted, as empurpled as probably the elder Weller was, after ducking Mr. Stiggins in the horse-trough. "Sarjint!" he panted triumphantly "I did clim up that ther ladder! I did git thru' th' trap-door! . . . an' I did ketch that feller!" Suddenly his jaw dropped, and he wilted like a pricked bladder.
Fwhy shud I kape a dog an' du me own barkin'? An' thin he'll think betther av ut an' chunt 'Poppycock, all poppycock! . . . As you were, Sarjint' an' thin he'll call in Kilbride. Eh! fwhat yez laughin' at, yeh fules?" he queried irritably.
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