New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1898-10-16
WARRINGTON. Y. G.,
a. on TIE FIELD.

E:ocrlesG sky only intcnsifying the almost pal
paile darkness mile two southwark.
NheT" the rocky valley swelled into rocky
heights little flashes Of light recurring at inter
va!s followed ny sharp little cracks showed
whore the late skin mish and retreat fight
Ing itself out around about the camp.
Where ono of the innumerable broken ridges
tlat scanned the valley made darker wall
across the darkness two figures were dimly dis
cSrniblc twhen you knew where to look for
h'-n). the one scm-recumbcnt propped against
a boNider. the other tail and straight beside
hn
CLEAR out. Neutrality-suspicious. go. sir the
voice came family from the recumhent figure.
''lou can get back to camp and send 'em for
M"
"Not likely. young un" observed the other.
"What says the great X. X.
WIEN you're wounded and left on Afeharistan
plains.
Don't" said the wounded man. and almost
succeeded IN stopping groan between his
crnched teeth
poor Old Weary" said Warrington. bending
over him. Let me undo your belt. Now
u al yourself win both hands
Fellows in books" said the weak voice drows-
lily, never set hit in the tummy Always
head in bandage-or-arm In sling. E.
Those Johnnies that write books-ought to come
out with us"
There was silence for a time: the far-off
flashes grew more The wounded man
shifted himself little and spoke again.
you're brick Warrngtoni"'he said.
Slightly different from Piccadilly and the
Strand ths-eh VIC"
y wish the mater could see us now" said
Weary. shes going to bye-bye just about now.
Shed stick you pretty high up in her prayers
If she knew
"The next time you start talking nonsense
said Warrington. Il shall consider you dclIrious
and past hope: and | shall turn tail and make
tracks for camp"
a long silence
ITS getting beastly cold" SAID Weary. with
q shivor, Il shall never pull through tonight"
Cheer up, lad" said Warrington and pulled
at his mustache and elared the darkness:
"ony few hours till daybreak. Pity
you're SIX foot four in your boots and solid in
proportion I'm not equal to two miles with
YOU on my back. my dainty midget.
Can't see how you got me this far.
Why don't YOU sheer off now and get back. and
% God No Warrington You're not
going"
Another word like that. my son. and leave
you for Mr.. and Mrs. Pathan and ali the little
!athans to play with
"Al right-all right. ] won't Let me
hold your boot can hardly you. oh.
Wary what funk am: all the hit Of pluck
l had's out Of the leak in my tunic-and
am beastly cold"
Warrington knelt beside him and cursed be
meath his breath. and felt his head and hands
The former was very cold and damp the latter
were very wet and warm.
81 must L., them know they're wanted Nic"
b, muttered.
The latter did not hear him.
"Itll Le in to- morrow's dispatches hc muir
INJURED "'Missing: Lieutenant Beverley War
rigton and Second Lieutenant Weary Of the
-- What's up, Wary"
His companion had touched his forehead
lightly with his lips. risen to his feet. and. with
his arm raised above his head had empticd his
revolver into the silence Of the night.
"Theyn know there's British officer where
Sfat revolver is he sand. cheerly.
"But-but. you fool-you dear old silly fool
~ VIII those brown devils,
Cant help that" said Warrington. with "A
it'll. laugh ITS too chilly to stop out late to-
night" Then in lower tone. For the sake
OF aud lang syne Vic. my boy.
II, reloaded his revolver. When the echoes
had ratified away into deeper silence they heard
the distant shots suddenly recommence. and dis
tant shouts and hCWls came to them like Whs-
peIs. From the invisible hills facing them came
din and confused sCufiing and scrapinG sounds
a. Of cats scrambling down rocks. moving
white blur appeared somewhere IN the timex
darkness, then another, and another. and "A
suggestion Of IOw-toncd cultural conversation