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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Thrue for you, Miss they worr, and it's meself that was lyin' flat in the ditch wid me faytures makin' an illigant cast in the mud more betoken, as ye see even now and the sarjint and his daytail thrampin' round me. It was thin that the mortial cold sthruck thro' me mouth, and made me wake for the whiskey that would resthore me." "What did you desert fer?" "Ah, list to that now!
"That's it, sarjint; that's just where it lies," returned Flynn, in a slow, weak voice. "I've bin occupied wi' that question too namely, how thin may a man git widout losin' the power to howld up his clo'es?" "You needn't be uneasy on that score," said Hardy, casting an amused glance at his companion, "for there's plenty o' flesh left yet to keep ye goin' till you get to old Ireland.
He'll think me a purty Sarjint to send out into the country in charge o' men, and you a fine Corpril." "Say," said Shorty, his face illuminated with a bright idea. "We might report the rations 'lost in action. That'd fix it fine. We had two good fights, and come out ahead. That'll tickle the Captain so that he won't be partickler what we report." "Hurroo!" echoed Hennessey; "that's the ticket."
"Yes! d n him! I wish he had got out before this bizness started. Yes! he's bin here right along, Sarjint! why? what's up?" Slavin evaded the direct question for the moment. Silently awhile he gazed at the three wondering faces. "Now, I'll tell yez!" he said slowly. And briefly he informed them of the murder omitting all detail of the clues obtained later.
"Eyah!" grumbled Slavin, "seems I cannot hilp bein' cuk an' shtandin' orderly-man around here. I thried out Yorkey. . . . Wan day on'y tho' 'tis th' divil's own cuk he is. 'Sarjint! sez he, 'I'm no bowatchee' which in Injia he tells me means same as cuk. An' he tould th' trute at that."
Sherman, and then began a labored climbing of the rough, stony way across Mission Ridge. Si's and Shorty's eagerness to get to the regiment increased so with their nearness to it that they went at a terrific pace in spite of all obstacles. "Please, Sarjint," begged Gid Mackall, as they halted for an instant near a large rock, "need we go quite so fast?
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