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They tied him thereupon, and took him to the General, who, hearing the noise, thought the Master of the Camp was being killed, and meeting with the Sergeant-major, Francisco de Recalde, Diego de Maya, and Andres Lopez Patino, with their standards and soldiers, without being able to restrain himself, he cried out, "Santiago! Upon them! Help of God, victory! The French are destroyed.
"Are they all there?" asked the other, as he came down the steps. "All here, sir," replied the little man. The sergeant-major passed slowly along the ranks, and examined each recruit with a searching glance. Vogt looked him fearlessly in the face. He reminded him of his father.
"I want a man for a son-in-law," said the other. "I don't say he's got to be a soldier." "Just so," said Mr. Farrer. "You're a man, ain't you? Well, I'll do anything that you'll do." "Pph!" said the sergeant-major. "I've done my little lot. I've been in action four times, and wounded in three places. That's my tally." "The colonel said once that my husband doesn't know what fear is," said Mrs.
"And so you have got to fight it out with me," continued the other. "Man against man. Are you agreed?" Again the sergeant-major nodded stolidly. Why not? Their betters acted thus. "Shall we settle the thing now at once?" Heppner nodded for the third time. It was all one to him, so long as he could get to rest at last.
While the soldiers noisily rose, some shaking hands with Zorrillo, some with Navarrete, the stately sergeant-major of a German lansquenet troop, which was stationed in Antwerp, and did not belong to the insurgents, entered the wide open door of the tent. His dress was gay and in good order; a fine Dalmatian dog followed him. A thunder-storm had begun, and it was raining violently.
"Pecksniff's" half-dozen doughboys, therefore, with their attendant sergeants and corporals in the old fashioned frock and felt, and a still smaller squad of troopers in yellow-trimmed jackets and brass-mounted forage caps, were drawn up at the edge of the parade awaiting the further signal of adjutant's call, while the adjutant himself swore savagely and sent the orderly on the run for the sergeant-major.
Colour-sergeant Hyde, erect, self-possessed a pattern soldier in appearance and propriety presently marched in and stood respectfully at "attention" before his superior. "Sergeant Hyde!" said the colonel, abruptly, "I am going to make you a sergeant-major." "Thank you, sir," said Hyde, saluting; "I had rather not take it." "Heavens above!" cried the colonel, fiercely.
Heppner returned to the orderly-room and sat down at his table, on which lay a mass of unfinished writing. Now the wakeful night was making itself felt. The sergeant yawned and took up his work unwillingly. Evidently the post of sergeant-major had some drawbacks! To be kept shut up in this room!
An equally remarkable happening, and one which speaks even more for the democratic spirit in the army, was the commissioning in 1901 of Sergeant-Major Benjamin O. Davis, Ninth Cavalry, and of Corporal John E. Green, Twenty-fourth Infantry.
I'll go there again to-night, and I'll dare you to come for me?" "Dare?" said the sergeant-major, choking. "Dare?" "Dare," repeated the other; "and if you don't come this time I'll spread it all over Marcham. To-morrow night you can go there and wait for me. If you see what I saw " "Oh, Ted!" said Miss Ward, with a shiver. "Saw?" said the sergeant- major, starting. "Nothing harmful," said Mr.
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