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In another instant the train would have been scrambling over his crushed body, had not Gabbett stretched out an iron hand, and plucked the would-be suicide from death. "Hold on to me, Miss Nancy," said the giant, "I'm big enough to carry double."
Not a bit of it; and if he drops his knife and fork, why then, it's my opinion that the gal won't stir a peg. It's on his account, not ours, that she's been manoovering, ain't it?" "Well!" says Mr. Gabbett, with the air of one who was but partly convinced, "I s'pose it is." "All the more reason of getting it off quick.
"If I thort she was agoin' to throw us over, I'd cut her throat as soon as look at her!" snorts Gabbett savagely. "Jack ud have a word in that," snuffles the Moocher; "and he's a curious cove to quarrel with." "Well, stow yer gaff," grumbled Mr. Gabbett, "and let's have no more chaff. If we're for bizness, let's come to bizness." "What are we to do now?" asked the Moocher.
Vetch had dropped his musket at the Neck, and Bodenham and Cornelius were unarmed. "Let's have a look at the tucker," said Vetch. There was but one bag of provisions. It contained a piece of salt pork, two loaves, and some uncooked potatoes. Signal Hill station was not rich in edibles. "That ain't much," said the Crow, with rueful face. "Is it, Gabbett?"
When driving the rebels before us past the suburb of Kishenganj, Lieutenant Gabbett and I, in the confusion of the rush, became separated from the few men of our regiment who were engaged on that day, and found ourselves we being the only officers present with about fifty soldiers of different corps.
"Jack's on the sick list, and the gal won't stir a'thout him." "Ay," returned Gabbett, "that's it." "My dear friends," said the Crow, "my keyind and keristian friends, it is to be regretted that when natur' gave you such tremendously thick skulls, she didn't put something inside of 'em. I say that now's the time. Jack's in the 'orspital; what of that? That don't make it no better for him, does it?
This practical way of putting it produces a sensation, and the conservative party at the other end look in each other's faces with some alarm. A grim murmur runs round, and somebody near Mr. Gabbett laughs a laugh of mingled ferocity and amusement, not reassuring to timid people. "What about the sogers?" asked a voice from the ranks of the cautious.
It was, however, the dog who had pulled him down, and the musket-ball intended for him struck Travers in the jaw. The unhappy villain fell like Virgil's Dares "spitting blood, teeth, and curses." Gabbett clutched the mastiff's throat with iron hand, and forced him to loose his hold; then, bellowing with fury, seized his axe and sprang forward, mangled as he was, upon the nearest soldier.
Seeson comes in from the city The enemy fires rockets He establishes a battery on the left bank of the river river Sortie Expedition under Nicholson Battle of Najafgarh Elkington mortally wounded Gabbett killed killed Death of Elkington Right pickets harassed An amusing incident The Afghans Alarm in the Punjab Bands play in camp Fatal shell from across the river An uncomfortable bath The siege-train arrives Our allies Zeal of the engineers New batteries established
Goaded to desperation by his own thoughts, he had joined with Gabbett and the unlucky three in their desperate attempt to escape; but, as Vickers stated, he had been captured almost instantly.
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