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By this time many other cabs were dashing out of the station-yard, so Brett took the chance that he might be hopelessly wrong. He hailed a third vehicle and told the driver to follow the other two, which were now some distance down the Rue Lafayette.
"I am afraid folks will think it strange neither of us attending the prayer-meeting," he said, with a suggestion of reproof in his tone, as they left the station-yard. "If we get back in time, I'll run in for a minute," answered Alice, with docility. "No no," he broke in. "I'm not equal to walking so fast. You run on ahead, and explain matters, and I will come along slowly."
What I really wanted was rivets, by heaven! Rivets. To get on with the work to stop the hole. Rivets I wanted. There were cases of them down at the coast cases piled up burst split! You kicked a loose rivet at every second step in that station-yard on the hillside. Rivets had rolled into the grove of death.
Poppit had talked about little else than her new upright Bluthner before her visit to Buckingham Palace, a moment's reflection convinced Miss Mapp that this was a very unlikely mode of conveyance for any guest.... She watched for a few moments more, but as no other friends appeared in the station-yard, she concluded that they were hanging about the street somewhere, poor things, and decided not to make inquiries about her coke just yet.
'No, not yet, he answered, with great composure. Then, alluding with a toss of the head to the tumult in the station-yard, 'When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages hate them to the death. He remained thoughtful for a moment. 'When you see Mr. Kurtz' he went on, 'tell him from me that everything here' he glanced at the deck is very satisfactory.
Kelson, naturally ignoring his questioner's slightly offensive manner, thereupon related the circumstances of the encounter at the station-yard and of the subsequent drive to the town, merely softening the detail of their preliminary altercation. Henshaw listened alertly intent, it seemed, to seize upon any point which did not satisfy him.
The six fell upon him with cries of joy and affection. They were his mother, his paternal uncle and aunt, his two youngest cousins, and Dr. Harker, his best friend and colleague who had taken his place in January when he had been ill. They had all come down from Leeds for Rowcliffe's wedding. Rowcliffe's trap and Peacock's from Garthdale stood side by side in the station-yard.
Here I was, still on the wrong side the only thing left to try was a village bridge. Again following the tow-path I neared some lights, which proved to be a hospital, and found myself in an apparently unoccupied station-yard, among a number of large heaps. On raising a corner of a tarpaulin which covered the nearest I recognised the familiar wicker crates, which contained something heavy.
It stayed three minutes here: if up to time it would be in before a couple more minutes had passed. There came from the station-yard outside the sound of heavy footsteps running. Some early traveller like himself was afraid of missing the train. The door burst open, and, streaming with rain and panting for breath, Major Flint stood at the entry.
My own roll of clothes and bedding could be put on my spare horse. The mule-train was to be used simply for food, forage, and spare ammunition. As it turned out, we were not allowed to take either it or the horses. It was dusk when I marched my long files of dusty troopers into the station-yard. I then made all dismount, excepting the troop which I first intended to load.
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