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Again, if he published the mistake, he impoverished not himself only but his two sergeants: and Treacher was a married man. He often drugged his conscience with this. But his conscience, being healthy, was soon awake and tormenting him. It humiliated him, too. Government, which sent him his full pay, never sent him stores, ammunition, or clothing for his men.
"He broke cover?" "I snatched at the tail of his tunic hastily, I will admit but until he had stepped past me I had no idea he meant to be so foolish. It came away in my hand. They heard the noise it made in ripping." "But they did not see you?" "No; for seeing that the mischief was done Sergeant Treacher stepped out too. You should have heard them explaining to Miss Gabriel!
It sounded cheerfully, and from the voices on board the tug and in the lifeboat and galley towing astern our Commandant gathered that the danger was over. Again Sergeant Treacher hailed and flung a rope; this time the lifeboat's crew caught it and made fast. "Reub Hicks is aboard," said a voice, naming one of the St. Ann's pilots.
For years in fact ever since he remembered Miss Gabriel's front parlour it had decorated the back of Miss Gabriel's sofa. "She said, sir, that with the autumn drawing on, and the winter coming, it would cut up nicely for a weskit," Treacher explained. "Miss Gabriel," began the Commandant, "Miss Gabriel has no business " "No, sir?" suggested Treacher, after a pause. "You will take it off.
Treacher a powerfully-built woman caught up the all but inanimate lady in both arms, and bore her into the passage, nodding to Miss Gabriel to unhitch from its nail a lamp which hung, backed by a tin reflector, just within the doorway. "Unhasp the door to the left, please. We'll rest her down in the Commandant's parlour. There's a sofa though he do mostly use to keep his books and papers upon it."
"In any case" the Commandant consulted his watch "we have not too much time. Where is Treacher?" "Downstairs, sir, along with his missus, stoking the kitchen fire, with mattresses built up before it like a sandbag battery. Seems to me the woman's been spending half the night airing one thing and another. She says the place is like a vault.
He could not remember that he had lit the lamp there, nor that he had left the front door open. Vashti paused upon the doorstep and turned to him: "My good sir," she said curtly, "run and fetch Mrs. Treacher to me, for goodness' sake." He hesitated, on the point of stepping past her to open the door of the lighted room.
So unexpectedly her lights sprang upon them, and so close astern that Treacher, with a sharp cry of warning for the Commandant's gaze was fastened forward had barely time to jerk the boat's head round and avoid being cut down. Then, dropping his paddle, he made a grab at the painter and flung it, calling out to the lifeboat's crew to catch and make fast.
The level sun-rays, painting the turf to a green almost unnaturally vivid, and gilding the straw of the manure, passed on to flame upon Sergeant Treacher's breast as though beneath his unbuttoned tunic he wore a corslet of burnished brass. The Commandant blinked, again removed his glasses, and, having repolished, resumed them. "Treacher, what are you wearing?"
Not," added Archelaus, magnanimously, "that I mind her talk." "Quite right, Archelaus. I particularly hope you won't quarrel with Mrs. Treacher while she is here waiting on Miss er on the lady." "If," said Archelaus, darkly, "as how I wanted to quarrel with a female, I should have taken and married one long ago.
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