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"Who's gone by?" he persisted. "I didn't hear no bells." "No," said Tira. "I don't believe anybody's gone by, except the choppers. It's a proper nice day for them." The child woke and cried from the bedroom and she brought him out in the pink sweetness of his sleep, got the little tub and began to give him his bath by the fire.
Then, though his mind was on Tira, it reverted to Anne.
"Mira," exclaimed the old man, "are they not bravo? Many times the borregueros have tried to steal my bucks to lead their timid sheep across the river, but Tira and Diente fight them like devils. One Summer for a week the chivas did not return, having wandered far up into the mountains, but in the end Tira and Diente fetched them safely home.
The brave and accomplished General of Glencoe; Colonel Chisholme, who brought the 9th Lancers out of action in Afghanistan; Sherston, who managed the Indian Polo Association; Haldane, Sir William Lockhart's brilliant aide-de-camp; Barnes, adjutant of the 4th Hussars, who played back of our team and went with me to Cuba; Brooke, who had tempted fortune more often than anyone else in the last four years Chitral, Matabeleland, Samana, Tira, Atbara, and Omdurman and fifty others who are only names to me, but are dear and precious to many, all lying under the stony soil or filling the hospitals at Pietermaritzburg and Durban.
An' there's Charlotte. An' Jerry. An' the young man. I'm sorry the young man see me. That's too bad." "It's all right," said Raven briefly, though he was aware it was, from Dick's present point of view, all wrong. "I'll attend to that." "He's safe enough," said Tira, her eyes darkening as she recurred to the baby. "If he cries, 'twon't do no hurt up there. Well!"
That led them past Tenney's and when they reached the house Raven said: "You wait a jiff and I'll ask how he is." Tira came, in answer to his knock. She was gravely calm, not even disturbed in her secret mind, Raven concluded, not keyed up by inner apprehension, and keeping herself firm.
Raven, because he had her to himself and the time was short, determined not to spare her for lack of a searching word. "Tira," he said, and she smiled a little, mysteriously to him but really because she loved to hear him use her name, "things aren't getting any better here. They're getting worse." "Oh, no," she hastened to say. "They're better." "Only last night you had to run away from him."
They'd admire to have me pass the night." "Then," said Nan, "you wait till I go home and wash my hands, and I'll ask Mr. Raven for his car and you and I'll go over. Just we two." "No," said Tira. "'Twouldn't do me no good to ride. When I've got anything on my mind I can't do better'n walk it off. You let me be!" The last was a sharp, sudden cry, like the recoil from an unlooked-for hurt.
There was no sign of Tira, but, grotesquely, her hat was lying on one of the stepping stones, as if she had reckoned upon its telling them. Raven ran down the path and into the shallow water near the bank, and again Nan followed him, and, at the edge of the water, stopped and waited.
Then suddenly, as if inspired to a wilder flight by his own minstrelsy, the jongleur, sweeping his hand over the chords, broke forth into an air admirably expressive of the picture which his words, running into a rude, but lively and stirring doggerel, attempted to paint. The March of the Grand Company. Tira, tirala trumpet and drum Rising bright o'er the height of the mountain they come!
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