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Updated: June 21, 2025
"I do not think Monsieur Reece Zhone is for me," said Angélique, with intuitive avoidance of Colonel Menard's name; Peggy cared nothing for the fate of Colonel Menard. "Indeed, I believe his mind dwells more on his sister now than on any one else." "I hate people's relations!" cried Peggy brutally; "especially their sick relations. I couldn't run every evening to pet Maria Jones and feed her pap."
Wilson, Gregson, Lee, Adams, and Burgess, with Marriott, Reece, and Gethryn. Jolly hot stuff it is, too, by Jove. We'll simply walk that tankard. Now, for the last places. I vote we each select a man, and nobody's allowed to appeal against the other's decision. I lead off with Crowinshaw. Good name, Crowinshaw. Look well on a score sheet. 'Heave us the list, said Marriott. 'Thanks.
Reece, Jimmy Hill's great friend, was called away to make a test flight just as Adams spoke to him about a good helper, and told Adams that he could not do better than give Jimmy a chance to lend a hand. "The boy will do what he is told," said Reece. "All you have to do is to explain just what you want done. He is dependable. Try him. He is a nice boy, too, and you will like to have him round."
Reece was a weird, silent individual, whom everybody in the School knew up to a certain point, but very few beyond that point. His manner was exactly the same when talking to the smallest fag as when addressing the Headmaster. He rather gave one the impression that he was thinking of something a fortnight ahead, or trying to solve a chess problem without the aid of the board.
The century went up, and a run later Norris off-drove the slow bowler's successor for three, reaching his fifty by the stroke. 'Must be fairly warm work fielding today, said Reece. 'By Jove! said Gethryn, 'I forgot. I left my white hat in the House. Any of you chaps like to fetch it? There were no offers. Gethryn got up. 'Marriott, you slacker, come over to the House.
Directly he landed he found himself on the edge of the trench, and this, too, the animal cleverly got over. The rider at once dismounted, and saw Captain Reece before him. "Rather an unceremonious way of coming into a gentleman's parlour," he said; "but I don't think I have done any damage." "Not a bit; and no matter if you had," said Reece.
First the men were supplied, and Strachan's horse had a good satisfactory drink, and then the camels got an instalment of water. Then they mounted again, and pushed on to Abu Klea, where they arrived at sunrise, and Reece reported himself to the officer in command with a feeling of intense relief.
Gregson isn't bad. He can field in the slips, which is more than a good many chaps can. 'Gregson's good, said Reece, 'put him down. That makes five. You might have young Lee in too. I've seen him play like a book at his form net once or twice. 'Lee six. Five more wanted. Where's a House list? Here we are. Now. Adams, Bond, Brown, Burgess. Burgess has his points. Shall I stick him down?
Strachan loosened his horse's girths and rubbed him down with a palm-leaf or two, doing what he could for him after his gallant efforts. It was pitiful to hear him whinny as he smelt the water in the distance, and not to be able to get him any. But perhaps a little could be spared from what trickled out by-and-by. Presently Captain Reece came back to his visitor.
'Yes, it is rather like it, isn't it? said the Bishop. 'By the way, talking about stories, a chap I met in the holidays told me a ripper. You see, this chap and his brother He discoursed fluently for some twenty minutes. Reece sighed softly, but made no attempt to resume his broken narrative. He was used to this sort of thing.
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