Morshed began to talk about uncles?"
"When he came back to the bar, after he"d changed into those rat-catcher clothes," said Leggatt.
"That"s right. "Pye," said he, "have you an uncle?" "I have," I says.
"Here"s santy to him," and I finished my sherry and bitters to _you_, uncle."
"That"s right," said Pyecroft"s uncle sternly. "If you hadn"t I"d have belted you worth rememberin", Emmanuel. I had the body all night."
Pyecroft smiled affectionately. "So you "ad, uncle, an" beautifully you looked after her. But as I was saying, "I have an uncle, too," says Mr.
Morshed, dark and lowering. "Yet somehow I can"t love him. I want to mortify the beggar. Volunteers to mortify my uncle, one pace to the front."
"I took Jules with me the regulation distance. Jules was getting interested. Your Mr. Leggatt preserved a strictly nootral att.i.tude.
""You"re a pressed man," says our Mr. Morshed. "I owe your late employer much, so to say. The car will manoeuvre all night, as requisite."
"Mr. Leggatt come out n.o.ble as your employee, and, by "Eaven"s divine grace, instead of arguing, he pleaded his new paint and varnish which was Mr. Morshed"s one vital spot (he"s lootenant on one of the new catch-"em-alive-o"s now). "True," says he, "paint"s an "oly thing. I"ll give you one hour to arrange a _modus vivendi_. Full bunkers and steam ready by 9 P.M. to-night, _if_ you please."
"Even so, Mr. Leggatt was far from content. _I_ "ad to arrange the details. We run her into the yard here." Pyecroft nodded through the window at my car"s glossy back-panels. "We took off the body with its mats and put it in the stable, subst.i.tooting (and that yard"s a tight fit for extensive repairs) the body of uncle"s blue delivery cart. It overhung a trifle, but after I"d lashed it I knew it wouldn"t fetch loose. Thus, in our composite cruiser, we repaired once more to the hotel, and was immediately dispatched to the toy-shop in the High Street where we took aboard one rocking-horse which was waiting for us."
"Took aboard _what_?" I cried.
"One fourteen-hand dapple-grey rocking-horse, with pure green rockers and detachable tail, pair gashly gla.s.s eyes, complete set "orrible grinnin" teeth, and two b.l.o.o.d.y-red nostrils which, protruding from the brown papers, produced the _tout ensemble_ of a Ju-ju sacrifice in the Benin campaign. Do I make myself comprehensible?"
"Perfectly. Did you say anything?" I asked.
"Only to Jules. To him, I says, wishing to try him. "_Allez a votre bateau. Je say mon Lootenong. Eel voo donneray porkwor_." To me, says he, "_Vous ong ate hurroo! Jamay de la vee_!" and I saw by his eye he"d taken on for the full term of the war. Jules was a blue-eyed, brindle-haired beggar of a useful make and inquirin" habits. Your Mr.
Leggatt he only groaned."
Leggatt nodded. "It was like nightmares," he said. "It was like nightmares."
"Once more, then," Pyecroft swept on, "we returned to the hotel and partook of a sumptuous repast, under the able and genial chairmanship of our Mr. Morshed, who laid his projecks unreservedly before us. "In the first place," he says, opening out bicycle-maps, "my uncle, who, I regret to say, is a brigadier-general, has sold his alleged soul to d.i.c.ky Bridoon for a feathery hat and a pair o" gilt spurs. Jules, _conspuez l"oncle_!" So Jules, you"ll be glad to hear--"
"One minute, Pye," I said. "Who is d.i.c.ky Bridoon?"
"I don"t usually mingle myself up with the bickerings of the Junior Service, but it trarnspired that he was Secretary o" State for Civil War, an" he"d been issuing mechanical leather-belly gee-gees which doctors recommend for tumour--to the British cavalry in loo of real meat horses, to learn to ride on. Don"t you remember there was quite a stir in the papers owing to the cavalry not appreciatin" "em? But that"s a minor item. The main point was that our uncle, in his capacity of brigadier-general, mark you, had wrote to the papers highly approvin" o"
d.i.c.ky Bridoon"s mechanical subst.i.tutes an "ad thus obtained promotion--all same as a agnosticle stoker psalm-singin" "imself up the Service under a pious captain. At that point of the narrative we caught a phosph.o.r.escent glimmer why the rocking-horse might have been issued; but none the less the navigation was intricate. Omitting the fact it was dark and cloudy, our brigadier-uncle lay somewhere in the South Downs with his brigade, which was manoeuvrin" at Whitsum manoeuvres on a large scale--Red Army _versus_ Blue, et cetera; an" all we "ad to go by was those flapping bicycle-maps and your Mr. Leggatt"s groans."
"I was thinking what the Downs mean after dark," said Leggatt angrily.
"They was worth thinkin" of," said Pyecroft. "When we had studied the map till it fair spun, we decided to sally forth and creep for uncle by hand in the dark, dark night, an" present "im with the rocking-horse. So we embarked at 8.57 P.M."
"One minute again, please. How much did Jules understand by that time?"
I asked.
"Sufficient unto the day--or night, perhaps I should say. He told our Mr. Morshed he"d follow him _more sang frays_, which is French for dead, drunk, or d.a.m.ned. Barrin" "is paucity o" language, there wasn"t a blemish on Jules. But what I wished to imply was, when we climbed into the back parts of the car, our Lootenant Morshed says to me, "I doubt if I"d flick my cigar-ends about too lavish, Mr. Pyecroft. We ought to be sitting on five pounds" worth of selected fireworks, and I think the rockets are your end." Not being able to smoke with my "ead over the side I threw it away; and then your Mr. Leggatt, "aving been as nearly mutinous as it pays to be with my Mr. Morshed, arched his back and drove."
"Where did he drive to, please?" said I.
"Primerrily, in search of any or either or both armies; seconderrily, of course, in search of our brigadier-uncle. Not finding him on the road, we ran about the gra.s.s looking for him. This took us to a great many places in a short time. Ow "eavenly that lilac did smell on top of that first Down--stinkin" its blossomin" little heart out!"
"I "adn"t leesure to notice," said Mr. Leggatt. "The Downs were full o"
chalk-pits, and we"d no lights."
"We "ad the bicycle-lamp to look at the map by. Didn"t you notice the old lady at the window where we saw the man in the night-gown? I thought night-gowns as sleepin" rig was extinck, so to speak."
"I tell you I "adn"t leesure to notice," Leggatt repeated.
"That"s odd. Then what might "ave made you tell the sentry at the first camp we found that you was the _Daily Express_ delivery-waggon?"
"You can"t touch pitch without being defiled," Leggatt answered. ""Oo told the officer in the bath we were umpires?"
"Well, he asked us. That was when we found the Territorial battalion undressin" in slow time. It lay on the left flank o" the Blue Army, and it cackled as it lay, too. But it gave us our position as regards the respective armies. We wandered a little more, and at 11.7 P.M., not having had a road under us for twenty minutes, we scaled the heights of something or other--which are about six hundred feet high. Here we "alted to tighten the lashings of the superstructure, and we smelt leather and horses three counties deep all round. We was, as you might say, in the thick of it."
""Ah!" says my Mr. Morshed. "My "orizon has indeed broadened. What a little thing is an uncle, Mr. Pyecroft, in the presence o" these glitterin" constellations! Simply ludicrous!" he says, "to waste a rocking-horse on an individual. We must socialise it. But we must get their "eads up first. Touch off one rocket, if you please."
"I touched off a green three-pounder which rose several thousand metres, and burst into gorgeous stars. "Reproduce the manoeuvre," he says, "at the other end o" this ridge--if it don"t end in another cliff." So we steamed down the ridge a mile and a half east, and then I let Jules touch off a pink rocket, or he"d ha" kissed me. That was his only way to express his emotions, so to speak. Their heads come up then all around us to the extent o" thousands. We hears bugles like c.o.c.ks crowing below, and on the top of it a most impressive sound which I"d never enjoyed before because "itherto I"d always been an inteegral part of it, so to say--the noise of "ole armies gettin" under arms. They must "ave antic.i.p.ated a night attack, I imagine. Most impressive. Then we "eard a threshin"-machine. "Tutt! Tutt! This is childish!" says Lootenant Morshed. "We can"t wait till they"ve finished cutting chaff for their horses. We must make "em understand we"re not to be trifled with.
Expedite "em with another rocket, Mr. Pyecroft."
""It"s barely possible, sir," I remarks, "that that"s a searchlight churnin" up," and by the time we backed into a providential chalk cutting (which was where our first tyre went pungo) she broke out to the northward, and began searching the ridge. A smart bit o" work."
""Twasn"t a puncture. The inner tube had nipped because we skidded so,"
Leggatt interrupted.
"While your Mr. Leggatt was effectin" repairs, another searchlight broke out to the southward, and the two of "em swept our ridge on both sides.
Right at the west end of it they showed us the ground rising into a hill, so to speak, crowned with what looked like a little fort. Morshed saw it before the beams shut off. "That"s the key of the position!" he says. "Occupy it at all hazards."
""I haven"t half got occupation for the next twenty minutes," says your Mr. Leggatt, rootin" and blasphemin" in the dark. Mark, now, "ow Morshed changed his tactics to suit "is environment. "Right!" says he.
"I"ll stand by the ship. Mr. Pyecroft and Jules, oblige me by doubling along the ridge to the east with all the maroons and crackers you can carry without spilling. Read the directions careful for the maroons, Mr.
Pyecroft, and touch them off at half-minute intervals. Jules represents musketry an" maxim fire under your command. Remember, it"s death or Salisbury Gaol! Prob"ly both!"
"By these means and some moderately "ard runnin", we distracted "em to the eastward. Maroons, you may not be aware, are same as bombs, with the anarchism left out. In confined spots like chalk-pits, they knock a four-point-seven silly. But you should read the directions before"and.
In the intervals of the slow but well-directed fire of my cow-guns, Jules, who had found a sheep-pond in the dark a little lower down, gave what you might call a cinematograph reproduction o" sporadic musketry.
They was large size crackers, and he concluded with the dull, sickenin"
thud o" blind sh.e.l.ls burstin" on soft ground."
"How did he manage that?" I said.
"You throw a lighted squib into water and you"ll see," said Pyecroft.
"Thus, then, we improvised till supplies was exhausted and the surrounding landscapes fair "owled and "ummed at us. The Jun or Service might "ave "ad their doubts about the rockets but they couldn"t overlook our gunfire. Both sides tumbled out full of initiative. I told Jules no two flat-feet "ad any right to be as happy as us, and we went back along the ridge to the derelict, and there was our Mr. Morshed apostrophin" his "andiwork over fifty square mile o" country with "Attend, all ye who list to hear!" out of the Fifth Reader. He"d got as far as "And roused the shepherds o" Stonehenge, the rangers o" Beaulieu"
when we come up, and he drew our attention to its truth as well as its beauty. That"s rare in poetry, I"m told. He went right on to--"The red glare on Skiddaw roused those beggars at Carlisle"--which he pointed out was poetic license for Leith Hill. This allowed your Mr. Leggatt time to finish pumpin" up his tyres. I "eard the sweat "op off his nose."
"You know what it is, sir," said poor Leggatt to me.
"It warfted across my mind, as I listened to what was trarnspirin", that it might be easier to make the mess than to wipe it up, but such considerations weighed not with our valiant leader.
""Mr. Pyecroft," he says, "it can"t have escaped your notice that we "ave one angry and "ighly intelligent army in front of us, an" another "ighly angry and equally intelligent army in our rear. What "ud you recommend?"
"Most men would have besought "im to do a lateral glide while there was yet time, but all I said was: "The rocking-horse isn"t expended yet, sir."