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"He and the Princess came before the the movement to surround the Cossar camp was complete the Cossar pit at Chislehurst. They came suddenly, Sir, crashing through a dense thicket of giant oats, near River, upon a column of infantry ... Soldiers had been very nervous all day, and this produced a panic." "They shot him?" "No, Sir. They ran away. Some shot at him wildly against orders."
And the Cossar children left that great house unfinished, a mere hole of foundations and the beginning of a wall, and sulked back to their big enclosure. After a time the hole was filled with water and with stagnation and weeds, and vermin, and the Food, either dropped there by the sons of Cossar or blowing thither as dust, set growth going in its usual fashion.
"By-the-bye, we left our guns up there," said Redwood. "By the sacks." Every one began to walk towards the hill again. "That must be the rats," said Bensington. "Obviously," said Cossar, gnawing his finger nails. Bang! "Hullo?" said one of the men. Then abruptly came a shout, two shots, a loud shout that was almost a scream, three shots in rapid succession and a splintering of wood.
For the first time in his life perhaps he realised how much more a son may be to his father than a father can ever be to a son; he realised the full predominance of the future over the past. Here between these two he had no part. His part was played. He turned to Cossar, in the instant realisation. Their eyes met. His voice was changed to the tone of a grey resolve.
Bensington drank that delight of human fellowship that comes to happy armies, to sturdy expeditions never to those who live the life of the sober citizen in cities. After Cossar had taken his axe away and set him to carry wood he went to and fro, saying they were all "good fellows." He kept on long after he was aware of fatigue. At last all was ready, and the broaching of the paraffin began.
"They will be still in a couple of hours from now," said Redwood.... "This is like being a boy again." "We can't miss those holes," said Bensington, "even if the night is dark. By-the-bye about the light " "Full moon," said the electrician. "I looked it up." They went back and consulted with Cossar.
"One of 'em was on to him." "Didn't you shoot?" "Now could I?" "Every one loaded?" said Cossar over his shoulder. There was a confirmatory movement. "But Flack " said one. "D'yer mean Flack " said another. "There's no time to lose," said Cossar, and shouted "Flack!" as he led the way. The whole force advanced towards the rat-holes, the man who had run away a little to the rear.
"Who was he?" said the high official, caressing the arm Cossar had gripped, and smiling with knit brows. "'E was a gentleman, Sir," said a porter, "anyhow. 'Im and all 'is party travelled first class." "Well, we got him and his stuff off pretty sharp whoever he was," said the high official, rubbing his arm with something approaching satisfaction.
Do anything to stop Cossar! You don't seem to remember one generation only one generation needs holding down, and then Then we could level those mounds there, fill up their footsteps, take the ugly sirens from our church towers, smash all our elephant guns, and turn our faces again to the old order, the ripe old civilisation for which the soul of man is fitted." "It's a mighty effort."
"All this," he said, "is strange." "Big," said Cossar. "Strange. And strange that it should be strange to me I, who am, in a sense, the beginning of it all. It's " He stopped, wrestling with his elusive meaning, and threw an unseen gesture at the cliff. "I have not thought of it before. I have been busy, and the years have passed.
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