Beeton addressed Dick soothingly, but it was some time before the
latter, threshing up and down his bedroom, could realise the intention
of the promises to 'find everything tomorrow, sir.
latter, threshing up and down his bedroom, could realise the intention
of the promises to 'find everything tomorrow, sir.
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Her husband took a more charitable
view.
"It's very sudden--but then he was always sudden in his ways. Listen to
him now! "
There was a sound of chanting from Dick's room.
"We'll never come back any more, boys, We'll never come back no more;
We'll go to the deuce on any excuse, And never come back no more! Oh say
we're afloat or ashore, boys, Oh say we're afloat or ashore; But we'll
never come back any more, boys, We'll never come back no more! "
"Mr. Beeton! Mr. Beeton! Where the deuce is my pistol? "
"Quick, he's going to shoot himself 'avin' gone mad! " said Mrs. Beeton.
Mr.
Beeton addressed Dick soothingly, but it was some time before the
latter, threshing up and down his bedroom, could realise the intention
of the promises to 'find everything tomorrow, sir. '
"Oh, you copper-nosed old fool--you impotent Academician! " he shouted
at last. "Do you suppose I want to shoot myself? Take the pistol in your
silly shaking hand then. If you touch it, it will go off, because it's
loaded. It's among my campaign-kit somewhere--in the parcel at the
bottom of the trunk. "
Long ago Dick had carefully possessed himself of a forty-pound weight
field-equipment constructed by the knowledge of his own experience. It
was this put-away treasure that he was trying to find and rehandle. Mr.
Beeton whipped the revolver out of its place on the top of the package,
and Dick drove his hand among the khaki coat and breeches, the blue
cloth leg-bands, and the heavy flannel shirts doubled over a pair of
swan-neck spurs. Under these and the water-bottle lay a sketch-book and
a pigskin case of stationery.
"These we don't want; you can have them, Mr. Beeton. Everything else
I'll keep. Pack 'em on the top right-hand side of my trunk.
view.
"It's very sudden--but then he was always sudden in his ways. Listen to
him now! "
There was a sound of chanting from Dick's room.
"We'll never come back any more, boys, We'll never come back no more;
We'll go to the deuce on any excuse, And never come back no more! Oh say
we're afloat or ashore, boys, Oh say we're afloat or ashore; But we'll
never come back any more, boys, We'll never come back no more! "
"Mr. Beeton! Mr. Beeton! Where the deuce is my pistol? "
"Quick, he's going to shoot himself 'avin' gone mad! " said Mrs. Beeton.
Mr.
Beeton addressed Dick soothingly, but it was some time before the
latter, threshing up and down his bedroom, could realise the intention
of the promises to 'find everything tomorrow, sir. '
"Oh, you copper-nosed old fool--you impotent Academician! " he shouted
at last. "Do you suppose I want to shoot myself? Take the pistol in your
silly shaking hand then. If you touch it, it will go off, because it's
loaded. It's among my campaign-kit somewhere--in the parcel at the
bottom of the trunk. "
Long ago Dick had carefully possessed himself of a forty-pound weight
field-equipment constructed by the knowledge of his own experience. It
was this put-away treasure that he was trying to find and rehandle. Mr.
Beeton whipped the revolver out of its place on the top of the package,
and Dick drove his hand among the khaki coat and breeches, the blue
cloth leg-bands, and the heavy flannel shirts doubled over a pair of
swan-neck spurs. Under these and the water-bottle lay a sketch-book and
a pigskin case of stationery.
"These we don't want; you can have them, Mr. Beeton. Everything else
I'll keep. Pack 'em on the top right-hand side of my trunk.
