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"If we could creep out of the wood and rush him, we might be able to slip our attack in at that point," said the Captain. "You say there is cover to within twenty yards of where he is sitting?" "Yes, sirr." "Still, I'm afraid he'll pull that cord a bit too soon for us." "He'll no, sirr," remarked M'Snape confidently. "Why not?" asked the Captain. M'Snape told him.

"One hunner and thairty-fower other ranks, sirr," announced Sergeant M'Nab, consulting a much-thumbed roll-book. "We shall have to put them in twos and threes all down the street," said Cockerell. "Come on; the longer we look at it the less we shall like it. Interpreter!" The forlorn little man, already described, trotted up, and saluted with open hand, French fashion.

"In yon place." "How would you indicate the position of the place?" "I would pint it oot with ma finger, sirr." "Invisible objects half a mile away are not easily pointed out with the finger," Captain Wagstaffe mentions. "Lance-Corporal Ness, how would you describe it?" "I would tak' you there, sirr." "Thanks! But I doubt if either of us would come back! Private Wemyss?"

He did as he was bid. 'Sirr, I mind of you. 'Have you nothing more to say? He cleared his throat. 'Sirr, I did not ken I was hittin' an officer. 'Of course you didn't. You did perfectly right, and if the war was over and we were both free men, I would give you a chance of knocking me down here and now. That's got to wait. When you saw me last I was serving my country, though you didn't know it.

After passing James's-gate the band in front ceased to perform, and on passing the house 151 Thomas-street every head was uncovered in honour of Lord Edward Fitzgerald, who was arrested and mortally wounded by Major Sirr and his assistants in the front bedroom of the second floor of that house.

Waddell, a very fair linguist, replied in suitable but embarrassed terms, and asked for the source of the good lady's information. "Mais votre ordonnance, m'sieur!" was the reply. Tackled upon the subject, the "ordonnance" in question, Waddell's servant a shock-headed youth from Dundee admitted having communicated the information; and added "She's a decent body, sirr, the lady o' the hoose.

FIRST CHATTY SIGNALLER. Oh! I thocht ye meant Don Company, sir. THE ADJUTANT. Why the blazes haven't you answered me sooner? There was other messages comin' through, sir. THE ADJUTANT. Well, get me the Company Commander. FIRST CHATTY SIGNALLER. Varra good, sirr. A pause.

His eye comes gently to rest upon a small but hospitable-looking estaminet. Lieutenant Cockerell examines his wrist-watch. "Half-past ten!" he announces. "Quartermaster-Sergeant!" "Sirr!" The Quartermaster-Sergeant unglues his longing gaze from the estaminet and comes woodenly to attention. "I am going to see the Town Major about a billeting area.

Quartermaster-Sergeant Rae turned over the Company roll. "There is no no no man of that profession here, sirr," he reported, after scanning the document. "But," he added optimistically, "there is a machine-fitter and a glass-blower. Will I warn one of them?" "I think we had better call for a volunteer first," said Major Kemp tactfully.

Very valuable piece of information. I know myself, so I'm safe. Want you to do the same. Every man has a different limit. What did you have on Saturday?" Private Robb reflects. "Five pints, sirr," he announces. "Well, next time try three, and then you won't go serenading policemen. As it is, you will have to go before the Commanding Officer and get punished. Want to go to the front, don't you?"