A flight of heavy-handed
bullets was succeeded by yelling and shouts.
bullets was succeeded by yelling and shouts.
Kipling - Poems
Star, sir.
"--"Shall I get you
a foot-warmer? " said another.
"Thanks. I'll pay my footing," said Dick, and relations of the most
amiable were established ere silence came with the arrival of the
subaltern, and the train jolted out over the rough track.
"This is an immense improvement on shooting the unimpressionable Fuzzy
in the open," said Dick, from his place in the corner.
"Oh, but he's still unimpressed. There he goes! " said the subaltern, as
a bullet struck the outside of the truck. "We always have at least
one demonstration against the night-train. Generally they attack the
rear-truck, where my junior commands. He gets all the fun of the fair. "
"Not tonight though! Listen! " said Dick.
A flight of heavy-handed
bullets was succeeded by yelling and shouts. The children of the desert
valued their nightly amusement, and the train was an excellent mark.
"Is it worth giving them half a hopper full? " the subaltern asked of the
engine, which was driven by a Lieutenant of Sappers.
"I should think so! This is my section of the line. They'll be playing
old Harry with my permanent way if we don't stop 'em. "
"Right O! "
"Hrrmph! " said the machine gun through all its five noses as the
subaltern drew the lever home. The empty cartridges clashed on the floor
and the smoke blew back through the truck. There was indiscriminate
firing at the rear of the train, and return fire from the darkness
without and unlimited howling. Dick stretched himself on the floor, wild
with delight at the sounds and the smells.
"God is very good--I never thought I'd hear this again. Give 'em hell,
men. Oh, give 'em hell!
a foot-warmer? " said another.
"Thanks. I'll pay my footing," said Dick, and relations of the most
amiable were established ere silence came with the arrival of the
subaltern, and the train jolted out over the rough track.
"This is an immense improvement on shooting the unimpressionable Fuzzy
in the open," said Dick, from his place in the corner.
"Oh, but he's still unimpressed. There he goes! " said the subaltern, as
a bullet struck the outside of the truck. "We always have at least
one demonstration against the night-train. Generally they attack the
rear-truck, where my junior commands. He gets all the fun of the fair. "
"Not tonight though! Listen! " said Dick.
A flight of heavy-handed
bullets was succeeded by yelling and shouts. The children of the desert
valued their nightly amusement, and the train was an excellent mark.
"Is it worth giving them half a hopper full? " the subaltern asked of the
engine, which was driven by a Lieutenant of Sappers.
"I should think so! This is my section of the line. They'll be playing
old Harry with my permanent way if we don't stop 'em. "
"Right O! "
"Hrrmph! " said the machine gun through all its five noses as the
subaltern drew the lever home. The empty cartridges clashed on the floor
and the smoke blew back through the truck. There was indiscriminate
firing at the rear of the train, and return fire from the darkness
without and unlimited howling. Dick stretched himself on the floor, wild
with delight at the sounds and the smells.
"God is very good--I never thought I'd hear this again. Give 'em hell,
men. Oh, give 'em hell!
