The Orderly-room exploded in a roar of laughter. "Well?" said the Colonel.
"That was what that measly _jarnwar_ there did, Sir, and "e"d "a" _done_ it, Sir, if we "adn"t prevented "im. We didn"t "it "im much, Sir. "E "adn"t no manner o" right to interfere with us, Sir. I don"t mind bein"
flogged by the Drum-Major, Sir, nor yet reported by _any_ Corp"ral, but I"m--but I don"t think it"s fair, Sir, for a civilian to come an" talk over a man in the Army."
A second shout of laughter shook the Orderly-room, but the Colonel was grave.
"What sort of characters have these boys?" he asked of the Regimental Sergeant-Major.
"Accordin" to the Bandmaster, Sir," returned that revered official--the only soul in the regiment whom the boys feared--"they do everything _but_ lie, Sir."
"Is it like we"d go for that man for fun, Sir?" said Lew, pointing to the plaintiff.
"Oh, admonished,--admonished!" said the Colonel, testily, and when the boys had gone he read the Bazar-Sergeant"s son a lecture on the sin of unprofitable meddling, and gave orders that the Bandmaster should keep the Drums in better discipline.
"If either of you come to practice again with so much as a scratch on your two ugly little faces," thundered the Bandmaster, "I"ll tell the Drum-Major to take the skin off your backs. Understand that, you young devils."
Then he repented of his speech for just the length of time that Lew, looking like a Seraph in red worsted embellishments, took the place of one of the trumpets--in hospital--and rendered the echo of a battle-piece. Lew certainly was a musician, and had often in his more exalted moments expressed a yearning to master every instrument of the Band.
"There"s nothing to prevent your becoming a Bandmaster, Lew," said the Bandmaster, who had composed waltzes of his own, and worked day and night in the interests of the Band.
"What did he say?" demanded Jakin, after practice.
""Said I might be a bloomin" Bandmaster, an" be asked in to "ave a gla.s.s o" sherry-wine on Mess-nights."
"Ho! "Said you might be a bloomin" non-combatant, did "e! That"s just about wot "e would say. When I"ve put in my boy"s service--it"s a bloomin"
shame that doesn"t count for pension--I"ll take on a privit. Then I"ll be a Lance in a year--knowin" what I know about the ins an" outs o" things.
In three years I"ll be a bloomin" Sergeant. I won"t marry then, not I!
I"ll "old on and learn the orf"cers" ways an" apply for exchange into a reg"ment that doesn"t know all about me. Then I"ll be a bloomin" orf"cer.
Then I"ll ask you to "ave a gla.s.s o" sherry-wine, _Mister_ Lew, an" you"ll bloomin" well "ave to stay in the hanty-room while the Mess-Sergeant brings it to your dirty "ands."
""S"pose _I_"m going to be a Bandmaster? Not I, quite. I"ll be a orf"cer too. There"s nothin" like taking to a thing an" stickin" to it, the Schoolmaster says. The reg"ment don"t go "ome for another seven years.
I"ll be a Lance then or near to."
Thus the boys discussed their futures, and conducted themselves with exemplary piety for a week. That is to say, Lew started a flirtation with the Color-Sergeant"s daughter, aged thirteen,--"not," as he explained to Jakin, "with any intention o" matrimony, but by way o" keepin" my "and in." And the black-haired Cris Delighan enjoyed that flirtation more than previous ones, and the other drummer-boys raged furiously together, and Jakin preached sermons on the dangers of "bein" tangled along o"
petticoats."
But neither love nor virtue would have held Lew long in the paths of propriety had not the rumor gone abroad that the Regiment was to be sent on active service, to take part in a war which, for the sake of brevity, we will call "The War of the Lost Tribes."
The barracks had the rumor almost before the Mess-room, and of all the nine hundred men in barracks not ten had seen a shot fired in anger. The Colonel had, twenty years ago, a.s.sisted at a Frontier expedition; one of the Majors had seen service at the Cape; a confirmed deserter in E Company had helped to clear streets in Ireland; but that was all. The Regiment had been put by for many years. The overwhelming ma.s.s of its rank and file had from three to four years" service; the non-commissioned officers were under thirty years old; and men and sergeants alike had forgotten to speak of the stories written in brief upon the Colors--the New Colors that had been formally blessed by an Archbishop in England ere the Regiment came away.
They wanted to go to the Front--they were enthusiastically anxious to go--but they had no knowledge of what war meant, and there was none to tell them. They were an educated regiment, the percentage of school-certificates in their ranks was high, and most of the men could do more than read and write. They had been recruited in loyal observance of the territorial idea; but they themselves had no notion of that idea. They were made up of drafts from an over-populated manufacturing district. The system had put flesh and muscle upon their small bones, but it could not put heart into the sons of those who for generations had done overmuch work for overscanty pay, had sweated in drying-rooms, stooped over looms, coughed among white-lead and shivered on lime-barges. The men had found food and rest in the Army, and now they were going to fight "n.i.g.g.e.rs"--people who ran away if you shook a stick at them.
Wherefore they cheered l.u.s.tily when the rumor ran, and the shrewd, clerkly non-commissioned officers speculated on the chances of batta and of saving their pay. At Headquarters, men said:--"The Fore and Fit have never been under fire within the last generation. Let us, therefore, break them in easily by setting them to guard lines of communication." And this would have been done but for the fact that British Regiments were wanted--badly wanted--at the Front, and there were doubtful Native Regiments that could fill the minor duties, "Brigade "em with two strong Regiments," said Headquarters. "They may be knocked about a bit, but they"ll learn their business before they come through. Nothing like a night-alarm and a little cutting-up of stragglers to make a Regiment smart in the field. Wait till they"ve had half a dozen sentries" throats cut."
The Colonel wrote with delight that the temper of his men was excellent, that the Regiment was all that could be wished and as sound as a bell. The Majors smiled with a sober joy, and the subalterns waltzed in pairs down the Mess-room after dinner and nearly shot themselves at revolver practice. But there was consternation in the hearts of Jakin and Lew. What was to be done with the drums? Would the Band go to the Front? How many of the drums would accompany the Regiment?
They took council together, sitting in a tree and smoking.
"It"s more than a bloomin" toss-up they"ll leave us be"ind at the Depot with the women. You"ll like that," said Jakin, sarcastically.
""Cause o" Cris, y" mean? Wot"s a woman, or a "ole bloomin" depot o"
women, "longside o" the chanst of field-service? You know I"m as keen on goin" as you," said Lew.
"Wish I was a bloomin" bugler," said Jakin, sadly. "They"ll take Tom Kidd along, that I can plaster a wall with, an" like as not they won"t take us."
"Then let"s go an" make Tom Kidd so bloomin" sick "e can"t bugle no more.
You "old "is "ands an" I"ll kick him," said Lew, wriggling on the branch.
"That ain"t no good neither. We ain"t the sort o" characters to presoom on our rep"tations--they"re bad. If they have the Band at the Depot we don"t go, and no error _there_. If they take the Band we may get cast for medical unfitness. Are you medical fit, Piggy?" said Jakin, digging Lew in the ribs with force.
"Yus," said Lew, with an oath. "The Doctor says your "eart"s weak through smokin" on an empty stummick. Throw a chest an" I"ll try yer."
Jakin threw out his chest, which Lew smote with all his might, Jakin turned very pale, gasped, crowed, screwed up his eyes and said,--"That"s all right."
"You"ll do," said Lew. "I"ve "eard o" men dyin" when you "it "em fair on the breast-bone."
"Don"t bring us no nearer goin", though," said Jakin. "Do you know where we"re ordered?"
"Gawd knows, an" "e won"t split on a pal. Somewheres up to the Front to kill Paythans--hairy big beggars that turn you inside out if they get "old o" you. They say their women are good-looking, too."
"Any loot?" asked the abandoned Jakin.
"Not a bloomin" anna, they say, unless you dig up the ground an" see what the n.i.g.g.e.rs "ave "id. They"re a poor lot." Jakin stood upright on the branch and gazed across the plain.
"Lew," said he, "there"s the Colonel coming, "Colonel"s a good old beggar.
Let"s go an" talk to "im."
Lew nearly fell out of the tree at the audacity of the suggestion. Like Jakin he feared not G.o.d neither regarded he Man, but there are limits even to the audacity of drummer-boy, and to speak to a Colonel was ...
But Jakin had slid down the trunk and doubled in the direction of the Colonel. That officer was walking wrapped in thought and visions of a C.
B.--yes, even a K.C.B., for had he not at command one of the best Regiments of the Line--the Fore and Fit? And he was aware of two small boys charging down upon him. Once before it had been solemnly reported to him that "the Drums were in a state of mutiny"; Jakin and Lew being the ringleaders. This looked like an organized conspiracy.
The boys halted at twenty yards, walked to the regulation four paces, and saluted together, each as well set-up as a ramrod and little taller.
The Colonel was in a genial mood; the boys appeared very forlorn and unprotected on the desolate plain, and one of them was handsome.
"Well!" said the Colonel, recognizing them. "Are you going to pull me down in the open? I"m sure I never interfere with you, even though"--he sniffed suspiciously--"you have been smoking."
It was time to strike while the iron was hot. Their hearts beat tumultuously.
"Beg y" pardon, Sir," began Jakin. "The Reg"ment"s ordered on active service, Sir?"
"So I believe," said the Colonel, courteously.
"Is the Band goin", Sir?" said both together. Then, without pause, "We"re goin", Sir, ain"t we?"
"You!" said the Colonel, stepping back the more fully to take in the two small figures. "You! You"d die in the first march."