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“‘I do not,’ sez I. ‘I saw you whin Vulmea mishandled the rifle. But, Sargint,’ I sez, ‘take the wurrd from me now, spakin’ as man to man wid the shtripes off, tho’ ’tis little right I have to talk, me being fwhat I am by natur’. This time ye tuk no harm, an’ next time ye may not, but, in the ind, so sure as Slimmy’s wife came into the veranda, so sure will ye take harm–an’ bad harm. Have thought, Sargint,’ sez I. ‘Is ut worth ut?’

“‘Ye’re a bould man,’ sez he, breathin’ harrd. ‘A very bould man. But I am a bould man tu. Do you go your way, Privit Mulvaney, an’ I will go mine.’

“We had no further spache thin or afther, but, wan by another, he drafted the twelve av my room out into other rooms an’ got thim spread among the Comp’nies, for they was not a good breed to live together, an’ the Comp’ny orf’cers saw ut. They wud ha’ shot me in the night av they had known fwhat I knew; but that they did not.

“An’, in the ind, as I said, O’Hara met his death from Rafferty for foolin’ wid his wife. He wint his own way too well–Eyah, too well! Shtraight to that affair, widout turnin’ to the right or to the lef’, he wint, an’ may the Lord have mercy on his sowl. Amin!”

“‘Ear! ‘Ear!” said Ortheris, pointing the moral with a wave of his pipe, “An’ this is ‘im ‘oo would be a bloomin’ Vulmea all for the sake of Mullins an’ a bloomin’ button! Mullins never went after a woman in his life. Mrs. Mullins, she saw ‘im one day”–

“Ortheris,” I said, hastily, for the romances of Private Ortheris are all too daring for publication, “look at the sun. It’s quarter past six!”

“O Lord! Three quarters of an hour for five an’ a ‘arf miles! We’ll ‘ave to run like Jimmy-O.”

The Three Musketeers clambered on to the bridge, and departed hastily in the direction of the cantonment road. When I overtook them I offered them two stirrups and a tail, which they accepted enthusiastically. Ortheris held the tail, and in this manner we trotted steadily through the shadows by an unfrequented road.

At the turn into the cantonments we heard carriage wheels. It was the Colonel’s barouche, and in it sat the Colonel’s wife and daughter. I caught a suppressed chuckle, and my beast sprang forward with a lighter step.

The Three Musketeers had vanished into the night.