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Updated: May 15, 2025
"Now, supposing I sent you out scouting, and you discovered that over there somewhere in the middle of this field" he lays a finger on the field in question "there was a fold in the ground where a machine-gun section was concealed: what would you do when you got back?" "I would tell you, sirr," replied Private M'Micking politely. "Tell me what?" "That they was there, sirr." "Where?"
He had done it! And he closed his eyes .... At half-past eleven the girl Molly, opening the door, looked at him and said softly: "Sirr! there's some ladies, and a gentleman!" But he did not answer. And, still holding the door, she whispered out into the hall: "He's asleep, miss." A voice whispered back: "Oh! Just let me go in, I won't wake him unless he does. But I do want to show him my dress."
We watched him spin round like a teetotum and kenned that he was bye with it. 'You are sure he was killed? I asked. 'Yes, sirr. When we counter-attacked we fund his body. There is a grave close by the farm of Gavrelle, and a wooden cross at its head bears the name of the Graf von Schwabing and the date of his death. The Germans took Gavrelle a little later.
"A long, beautiful gallery, five by four, lined with wood, electrically lighted, with every modern convenience and not a Boche in it!" "Varra bad discipline, sir!" replied Corporal Howie severely. "Are you sure it isn't a trap?" "It may be, sirr; but I doot the oversman is awa' to his dinner, and the men are back in the shaft, doing naething."
He lined up his disreputable paladins in the darkness, and spoke "Sergeant M'Nab, how many men are present?" "Eighteen, sirr." The platoon had gone into action thirty-four strong. "How many men are deficient of an emergency ration? I can make a good guess, but you had better find out." Five minutes later the Sergeant reported. Cockerell's guess was correct.
"Diligence, coupe, morning." "I want two seats in coupe. If I can't get them, two in banquette." "Yaas banquette, coupe, yaas, diligence." "Do you understand? Two seats, diligence, Simplon, morning. Will you get them?" "Oh, yaas! morning, diligence. Yaas, sirr." "Hang the fellow! Where is the office?"
He picks up the first of these, and reads "Private Dunshie. While on active service, refusing to obey an order. Lance-Corporal Ness!" The figure upon the prisoner's right suddenly becomes animated. Lance-Corporal Ness, taking a deep breath, and fixing his eyes resolutely on the whitewashed wall above the Captain's head, recites "Sirr, at four P.M. on the fufth unst.
"Oh, our artillery will pound the German trenches for a week or two, and then we shall go over the parapet and drive them back for miles," said Angus simply. "And what then, sirr?" "What then? We shall go on pushing them until another Division relieves us." Bogle nodded comprehendingly. He now had firmly fixed in his mind the essential details of the projected great offensive of 1916.
The old man said: "You're a human being." "I would hope so, sirr." "I'm going to ask you something as a human being not a servant see?" "No, sirr; but I will be glad to do anything you like." "Then put your nose in here every now and then, to see if I want anything. Meller goes out sometimes. Don't say anything; Just put your nose in." "Oh! an' I will; 'tis a pleasure 'twill be to do ut."
Do you understand?" "Perrfectly, sirr!" replied the Sergeant, outwardly calm. "M'Gurk, do you understand?" M'Gurk looked at Bobby, and then round at Sergeant M'Micking. He received a glance which shrivelled his marrow. The game was up. He grinned sheepishly, and answered, "Yis, sirr!"
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