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Updated: June 11, 2025


Three weeks ago John Chinn would have said he did not remember a word of the Bhil tongue, but at the mess door he found his lips moving in sentences that he did not understand bits of old nursery rhymes, and tail-ends of such orders as his father used to give the men. The Colonel watched him come up the steps, and laughed. "Look!" he said to the Major. "No need to ask the young un's breed.

"Th' little 'un's th' gent, guv'nor 'e's th' cove! whispered the mean-looking fellow hoarsely, and now I recognised him as one of the two waterside characters I had met that morning with my uncle Jervas.

Meanwhile Andrew's watchful eye never left the boys; and in answer to his master's inquiries that night his opinion of them was thus delivered: "Long un's no good, but t'other's bin taught to use his hands. He's no tramp." Frank lay awake long that night in the fragrant hay-loft thinking.

Where's it to be? Mansion House or Guildhall?" I didn't like this. It wasn't what I had expected. "Oh, up at my place, you know Beadle Square," I said. At this Doubleday fairly laughed. "Supper at your place at Black Beadle Square? Oh, rather! I'll come. You'll come too, Crow, eh? The young un's got a supper on on Thursday. Oh, rather. Put me down for that, old man."

"'Too menny fr'en's spiles de dinner, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee; 'w'ich un's dis? sezee. "'I fetch bad news, Brer Rabbit, sez Brer Wolf, sezee. "'Bad news is soon tole, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. "By dis time Brer Rabbit done come ter de do', wid his head tied up in a red hankcher. "'Brer Fox died dis mornin', sez Brer Wolf, sezee. "'Whar yo' mo'nin' gown, Brer Wolf? sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

One of the axioms of the engine room is that of every man to his post in danger. The Red Un's post was with his Chief. His bare feet scorched on the steel ladders and the hot floor plates; he had on only his trousers, held up with a belt. The trouble was in the forward stokehole. Water was pouring in from the starboard side was welling up through the floor plates. The wound was ghastly, fatal!

And he was more prodigal than most kings, for he had two crowns on his head. Also his hair grew in varying directions, like a wheatfields after a storm. He wore a coat without a tail, but with brass buttons to compensate, and a celluloid collar with a front attached. It was the Red Un's habit to dress first and wash after, as saving labour; instead of his neck he washed his collar.

"Ou-ay!" the Chief would agree, and tear off the postcard of the ship that topped each day's menu; but, so far, all hints as to this one drawer had been futile; it remained the one barrier to their perfect confidence, the fly in the ointment of the Red Un's content.

Oh, poor children!" "Well, if ever I see such a young un as that," soliloquized Miss Roxy from the chamber-window; "there they be, dancin' and giggitin' about; they'll have the boat upset in a minit, and the sharks are waitin' for 'em, no doubt. I b'lieve that ar young un's helped by the Evil One, not a boat round, else I'd push off after 'em.

The old 'ooman and I ha' reared ye; but, arter all, pups don't follow their foster-mother, for the best bull pup ain't noways injured by having a half-bred un, or for the matter o' that one wi' no breed at all, as a foster-mother; besides the old 'ooman and me has no points at all, 'cept on my part, such as are bad uns; so it beats me fairly. It downright shakes un's faith in breeding."

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