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Ought to be a soldier's pride, and all that. See?" "Yes sirr," replies Private Dunshie, with less truculence. The Captain glances down at the paper before him. "First time you have come before me. Admonished!" "Right turn! Quick march!" thunders the Sergeant-Major. The procession clumps out of the room. The Captain turns to his disciple. "That's my homely and paternal tap," he observes.
"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?
"What did you do?" "Sirr, I inquired of the men in the room who was it had gone for to do this. Sirr, they said it was the prisoner." Two witnesses are called. Both, certify, casting grieved and virtuous glances at the prisoner, that this outrage upon the property of His Majesty was the work of Private McNulty. To the unsophisticated Bobby Little this charge appears rather a frivolous one.
"Well, sir, if we'd come by the way I " Ayling took a deep breath, and though conscious of the presence of formidable competitors, was about to make the best of an officer's vocabulary, when a kilted figure loomed out of the darkness. "Hallo! Who are you?" inquired Ayling. "This iss the Camerons' trenches, sirr," replied a polite West Highland voice. "What trenches wass you seeking?"
"Brownie" was not a person lightly to be reckoned with, and her master was wont to turn to her whenever any question arose affecting Norah. He greeted her warmly now. "We're all glad to welkim you back, sirr," said Brownie. "As for that blessed child, she's not like the same 'uman bein' when you're off the place.
But Bobby Little's eyebrows have not been altogether thrown away upon his Company Commander. "Got the biscuits here, Sergeant-Major?" "Yes, sirr." "Show them." The Sergeant-Major dives into a pile of brown blankets, and presently extracts three small brown mattresses, each two feet square. These appear to have been stabbed in several places with a knife.
The first was when Hamilton, having gone to Boulogne to fetch some mess-stores, returned with the startling news that he had seen Gresson. He had not heard his name, but described him dramatically to me as the wee red-headed devil that kicked Ecky Brockie's knee yon time in Glesca, sirr, I recognized the description. Gresson, it appeared, was joy-riding.
We crossed a shallow prism and a feeding-basin: an ugly little gorge then led to the important Wady Sirr. The Sirr, though still far from its mouth, is at least three miles broad; and the guides speak of it as the Asl el-Balawiyyah, or "Old Home of the Baliyy." The view from its bed is varied and extensive.
'Hamilton, I said, 'you and I have met before. 'Sirr? came the mystified answer. 'Look at me, man, and tell me if you don't recognize me. He moved his eyes a fraction, in a respectful glance. 'Sirr, I don't mind of you. 'Well, I'll refresh your memory. Do you remember the hall in Newmilns Street and the meeting there? You had a fight with a man outside, and got knocked down.
"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?"
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