The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-07-26


20 scramble over the debris. Crich-
ton was a little fellow. yknow. but
game all through. and active as
cat. and b'gsd. presently above the
roar and din, I could hear him
painting close behind me. Up we
went, nearer and nearer. with our
fellows about 100 yards in the rear,
clambering after US and cheering
as they came.
4 was close upon the COMPOUNDED
breastWork when I took a musket-
ball through my leg, and over I went
ike a, shot rabbit, bgadl Just then
Crichton painted up. Hurt? says
he. only my leg, says I. go on,
and good luck TO you 'Devilish
rough on you, Sling' says he. and
on ne went. But he'd only gone
about a couple of yards when he
threw up his arm sand pitched over
on his face.
Poor Crichton's done for! says
I 70 myself. and made shift to crawl
over to him. But b'gadl he saw me
coming. and began to crawl, too. So
there We we're, on our hands and
knees. crawling up towards the
Trenches as hard as we could. My
leg was deuced - uncomfortable,
ykmow, but I put on squirt, and
managed 10 draw level with him.
Halo, Slingp says he, here's where
YOU win, for I'm done! and over
he goes again. so am l, for that
matter" SAYS (which was only
The truth. Beverley. So b'gad, there
We lay, side By side. till up came
our fellows, yelling like fiends, past
us and over us, and charged the
brea stwork with the bayonet-and
carried it tool
Presently, up came two stray
glers-a corporal of the Eighty
eighth and a sergeant of ours. Hi
corporal wells Crichton, ten pounds
IL you can get me over the breast
wOrk-quicks the wordp Sergeant,
says I, twenty pounds if you get
me over first Well, down went the
corpOral's musket and the sergeant's
pike. and on to their backs we
scrambled-a deuced painful bust
ness for both of us, I give you my
word. Beverley. SO We began our
race again-mOunted this time. But
it was devilish bad going, and
though the sergeant did his best,
I came in a very bad second. You
see. I'm no light weight, and Cricn-
ton was"
You lost, then?"
II
oh, Of course. even my size is
~ against me. you see" Here
upon, once more, and very suddenly,
the captain relapsed into his gloomy
mood, nor could Barnabas dispel it;
his efforts we're rewarded only by
monosylables until, swinging round
into a short and rather narrow
street, he brought his horses to a
walk.
Here We are, Beverly"
"Where?" Barnabas inquired.
Kirby street-his street. And
there's the hOuse-his house." and
Captain Slingsby pointed his whip
at a high. fiat-fronted house. 1t
was a repellent-looklng place with
an iron railing before it. and beyond
this railing a deep and narrow area,
where a flight of damp steps led
down TO a gloomy door.
The street was seemingly quiet
one, and, at this hour, deserted save
for themselves and a solitary man
who stood with his back to them
upon the opposite side of the way,
apparently lost in profound thought.
A very tall man he was, and very
upright, despite the long white hair
that showed beneath his hat, which,
like his clothes, was old and shabby,
and Barnabas noticed that his feet
were bare. This man Captain
Slingsby incontinent hailed in his
characteristic fashion.
"Hi-vou over there!" he called.
"Hallol" The man never stirred.
"Ohol b'gad, are you deaf? Just
come over here and hold my horses
for me, will you?"
TO Be Continued