the moon was up an we see his face i can t find her the ril man an out like the puff a candle saints stand us an evil himself that s the who was he i for he has given me a this day us that was a ril who lost his wife in those quarters three years gone an mad an walked they buried him for her well i to he s been out to company mrs for the last fortnight you may tell mrs my love for i know that she s been to you an you ve been that she ought to the differ a man an a ghost she s had three husbands i an you ve got a wife too good for you which you lave her to be by ghosts an � an all manner evil i ll go in the way politeness to a man s wife again to you both i an that i away fought woman man and all in the � the solid heart an hour by the same token i gave father victor wan to say a mass for s soul me him by my fist into his your ideas of politeness seem rather large i said that s as you look at ut said calmly cared for me for all that i did not want to leave anything me that could take to be angry her about � an ha cleared all up there s nothing like ye let me put me oi to that bottle for my throat s as as i thought i get a kiss from an that s fourteen years gone cork s own city an the blue sky above ut � an the times that was � the times that was with the main guard der sit round open mouth while tell of in the south und moral lessons how before der battle take a little prayer to und a long drink of mary mother mercy the us to take an this answer me that it was who was speaking the time was one o clock of a stifling june night and the place was the main gate of fort most desolate and least desirable of all in india what i was doing there at that hour is a question which only concerns m the of the guard and the men on the gate said is a necessity this ll lively till relieved he himself was stripped to the waist on the next was dripping from the of water which clad only in white trousers had just over his shoulders and a fourth private was muttering a with the main guard uneasily as he open mouthed in the glare of the great guard lantern the heat under the was the night that i is all hell loose this tide said a puff of burning wind lashed through the gate like a wave of the sea and swore are ye more he said to put yer between your legs it ll go in a minute ah don t care ah would not care but ma heart is on ma ribs let me die oh leave me die groaned the huge who was feeling the heat being of build the under the lantern roused for a moment and raised himself on his elbow � die and be damned then he said m damned and i can t die who s that i whispered for the voice was new to me gentleman born said ril wan year red hot on his c mission but like a fish he ll be gone before the weather s here so he slipped his boot and with the naked toe just touched the of his misunderstood the movement and the next instant the s rifle was dashed aside while stood before him his eyes blazing with reproof you said my j ou if it was you would we do quiet little man said putting him aside but very gently tis not me nor will ut with the main guard si be me s here i was but something bowed on his groaned and the gentleman sighed in his sleep took s and we three smoked gravely for a space while the dust devils danced on the and the fed hot plain pop said wiping his forehead don t or til you into your own block an � fire you off chuckled and from a in the produced six bottles of where did ye get ut ye said tis no pop w do hi know the drink answered the mess man ye ll have a martial on ye yet me son said but � he opened a bottle � i will not report ye this time s in the mess kid is for the belly as they say specially that mate is here s luck a bloody war or a � no we ve got the sickly season war thin � he waved the innocent pop to the four quarters of heaven bloody war north east south an west ye come an but half mad with the fear of death in the swelling veins of his neck was begging his maker to strike him dead and fighting for more air between his prayers a second time the quivering body with water and the giant revived with the main guard an ah t see a mon is i for on to live an ah t see there is for t for hear now lads ah m tired � tired there s i ma bones let me die the hollow of the arch gave back s broken whisper in a bass boom looked at me hopelessly but i remembered how the madness of despair had once fallen upon that weary weary afternoon in the banks of the river and how it had been by the skilful talk i said or we shall have loose and he ll be worse than was talk 