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You lie! said Ortheris. Youre mad or sunstrook. A native dont give coin unless you cut it out o im. Taint nature. Then my lie an my sunstroke is concealed under that lump av sod yonder, retorted Mulvaney unruffled, nodding across the scrub. An theres a dale more in nature than your squidgy little legs have iver taken you to, Orthris, me son. Four hundred an thirty-four rupees by my reckonin, an a big fat gold necklace that I took from him as a remimbrancer, was our share in that business. An e give it you for love? said Ortheris. We were alone in that passage. Maybe I was a trifle too pressin, but considher fwhat I had done for the good av the temple and the iverlastin joy av those women. Twas cheap at the price. I wud ha taken more if I cud ha found ut. I turned the ould man upside down at the last, but he was milked dhry. Thin he opened a door in another passage an I found mysilf up to my knees in Benares river-water, an bad smellin ut is. More by token I had come out on the river-line close to the burnin ghat and contagious to a cracklin corpse. This was in the heart av the night, for I had been four hours in the temple. There was a crowd av boats tied up, so I tuk wan an wint across the river. Thin I came home acrost country, lyin up by day. How on earth did you manage? I said. How did Sir Frederick Roberts get from Cabul to Candahar? He marched an he niver tould how near he was to breakin down. Thats why he is fwhat he is. An now Mulvaney yawned portentously. Now I will go an give myself up for absince widout leave. Its eight an twenty days an the rough end of the colonels tongue in orderly room, any way you look at ut. But tis cheap at the price. Mulvaney, said I softly. If there happens to be any sort of excuse that the colonel can in any way accept, I have a notion that youll get nothing more than the dressing-down. The new recruits are in, and Not a word more, sorr. Is ut excuses the old man wants? Tis not my way, but he shall have thim. Ill tell him I was engaged in financial operations connected wid a church, and he flapped his way to cantonments and the cells, singing lustily And they put me in the gyard-room For conduck unbecomin of a soldier. And when he was lost in the mist of the moonlight we could hear the refrain As we go marchin along, boys, oh! For although in this campaign Theres no whisky nor champagne, Well keep our spirits goin with a song, boys! Therewith he surrendered himself to the joyful and almost weeping guard, and was made much of by his fellows. But to the colonel he said that he had been smitten with sunstroke and had lain insensible on a villagers cot for untold hours; and between laughter and goodwill the affair was smoothed over, so that he could, next day, teach the new recruits how to Fear God, Honour the Queen, Shoot Straight, and Keep Clean. |
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