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Scougall, whatever his faults, usually contrived to get value for his money, and at the tenth kick or so my toes went clean through the slate and rested on the laths within. Next came the most delicate moment of all, for with a less certain grip on the crocket I had to kick a second hole lower down, and transfer my hand-hold from the stone to the wooden lath laid bare by my first kicks.

Planting it in a jiffy, he scrambled up, took me under his arm, bore me down and laid me against the parapet, where at first I began to cry and then emptied my small body with throe after throe of sickness. I recovered to find Mr. Mr. Scougall was offering to pay.

Trapp I was bound, early next week, before the magistrates sitting in petty sessional division, to serve him and to receive from him proper sustenance and clothing until the age of twenty-one. Mr. Scougall arrived in time to pilot me through these formalities and hand me over to Mr.

Scougall would choose the best successor. Before he married I could have trusted his judgment." She fell a-musing again. "Archibald is here in Plymouth," she added inconsequently. "My nephew, you know." I nodded, and asked, "Is he quartered here?" "Why, how did you know he was in the Army?" "You told me Major Arthur was saving up to buy him a commission." "How well you remember!" she sighed.

Her eyes were red-rimmed as she cast them up towards the window behind which Mr. Scougall, no doubt, was at that moment arraying himself: but she commanded a firm step, and even a firm voice to remark outside the wicket, as she looked up at the chimney-pots, that Nature had put on her fairest garb. The day, to be sure, was monstrously hot and stuffy.

She, at least, would hear me and never doubt my innocence. She must hear, too, of Archie's danger. That to reach her, even if I eluded pursuit to the Hospital gate, I must run the gauntlet of Mr. George who would assuredly ask questions and possibly of Mr. Scougall, scarcely occurred to me.

I sat astride the topmost crocket, and glancing down between my boot heels, spied the carriage with its pair of greys flattened upon the roadway just beyond the verge of the battlements, and Mr. Scougall himself dancing and waving his arms like a small but very lively beetle.

"I have often thought of you, Harry," she went on, "as embracing a military career. Mr. Scougall very kindly allows me to choose surnames for you boys when you when you leave us. And here, though bound on my word of honour not to look, I felt sure she was smiling to herself in the glass. "What would you say if I christened you Revelly?" "Oh, please, no!" I entreated. "Let mine be an English name.

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