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"I wonder if the Railway misses us," she said, plaintively. "We never go to see it now." "It seems ungrateful," said Bobbie; "we loved it so when we hadn't anyone else to play with." "Perks is always coming up to ask after Jim," said Peter, "and the signalman's little boy is better. He told me so." "I didn't mean the people," explained Phyllis; "I meant the dear Railway itself."
She wouldn't have died if she hadn't come till to-morrow.... If only she would sit quiet and listen, but she always wants to be slobbering.... You can't have a good talk when she's here." "Are you expecting Darya?" I asked, after a pause. "No... a new one has asked to come this evening... Agafya, the signalman's wife."
At last, hardly believing his eyes, he went up to the silent sitter and touched his hand. Maciek's and the child's faces were hard, as if they had been cast in wax, hoarfrost lay on his lashes, and frozen moisture stood on the child's lips. The signalman's arms dropped in astonishment; he wanted to call for help, but remembered that no one would hear him.
"I'll go down to the station," she said, "and talk to Perks and ask about the signalman's little boy." So she went down. On the way she passed the old lady from the Post-office, who gave her a kiss and a hug, but, rather to Bobbie's surprise, no words except: "God bless you, love " and, after a pause, "run along do."
To reach the fire-trenches is easy enough; the difficulty is to find your way out of them. The main line of fire-trenches has a kind of loop-line behind it with innumerable junctions and small depôts in the shape of dug-outs, and at first sight the subaltern's plan of the estate was as bewildering as a signalman's map of Clapham Junction.
There was not a peasant in a blouse driving his cart betimes along the road to market, not a signalman's wife in her husband's hat and coat waving a green flag, not a shepherd taking out his sheep to the dewy pastures, not a bank of opening cowslips as we passed through the railway cuttings, but he was drinking it all in with an enjoyment too deep for words.
"Of course we won't," said Peter, indignantly, but Phyllis ignored the whole of the signalman's speech, except the first six words. "You asked us," she said, "to tell you something you don't know. Well, I will. There's a boy in the tunnel over there with a red jersey and his leg broken." "What did he want to go into the blooming tunnel for, then?" said the man.
An unskilful oiler may cause a hot bearing that will slow down a battleship, and put out of order the column of a squadron; a signalman's mistake may throw a fleet into confusion. Perfect preparedness of personnel and material is essential because events follow each other so rapidly in war that no preparation can be made after it has begun.
There have at any rate been no hostilities to-day, but from Captain Lambton's Battery on Junction Hill, where the naval 4.7-inch quick-firing gun is being mounted, we have by the aid of the signalman's powerful telescope watched a significant Boer movement going on for hours.
We sent for the Bible, looked up the reference, and read: "But he turned, and said unto Peter, Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offence unto me: for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men." The quotation was apt and the Leading Signalman's eyes twinkled.
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