""Blood-dhrawn I may be," sez I, gettin" back to my cot an" makin" my line round ut; "but ye know that the man who comes acrost this mark will be more blood-dhrawn than me. No man gives me the name in my mouth," I sez. "Ondersthand, I will have no part wid you in anythin" ye do, nor will I raise my fist to my shuperior. Is any wan comin" on?" sez I.
"They made no move, tho" I gave them full time, but stud growlin" an"
snarlin" together at wan ind av the room. I tuk up my cap and wint out to Canteen, thinkin" no little av mesilf, and there I grew most ondacintly dhrunk in my legs. My head was all reasonable.
""Houligan," I sez to a man in E Comp"ny that was by way av bein" a frind av mine; "I"m overtuk from the belt down. Do you give me the touch av your shoulther to presarve my formation an" march me acrost the ground into the high gra.s.s. I"ll sleep ut off there," sez I; an"
Houligan--he"s dead now, but good he was while he lasted--walked wid me, givin" me the touch whin I wint wide, ontil we came to the high gra.s.s, an", my faith, the sky an" the earth was fair rowlin" undher me. I made for where the gra.s.s was thickust, an" there I slep" off my liquor wid an easy conscience. I did not desire to come on books too frequent; my characther havin" been shpotless for the good half av a year.
"Whin I roused, the dhrink was dyin" out in me, an" I felt as though a she-cat had littered in my mouth. I had not learned to hould my liquor wid comfort in thim days. "Tis little betther I am now. "I will get Houligan to pour a bucket over my head," thinks I, an" I wud ha" risen, but I heard some wan say: "Mulvaney can take the blame av ut for the backslidin" hound he is."
""Oho!" sez I, an" my head rang like a guard-room gong: "fwhat is the blame that this young man must take to oblige Tim Vulmea?" For "twas Tim Vulmea that shpoke.
"I turned on my belly an" crawled through the gra.s.s, a bit at a time, to where the s.p.a.che came from. There was the twelve av my room sittin" down in a little patch, the dhry gra.s.s wavin" above their heads an" the sin av black murdher in their hearts. I put the stuff aside to get a clear view.
""Fwhat"s that?" sez wan man, jumpin" up.
""A dog," says Vulmea. "You"re a nice hand to this job! As I said, Mulvaney will take the blame--av ut comes to a pinch."
"""Tis harrd to swear a man"s life away," sez a young wan.
""Thank ye for that," thinks I. "Now, fwhat the divil are you paragins conthrivin" against me?"
"""Tis as easy as dhrinkin" your quart," sez Vulmea. "At seven or thereon, O"Hara will come acrost to the Married Quarters, goin" to call on Slimmy"s wife, the swine! Wan av us"ll pa.s.s the wurrd to the room an" we shtart the divil an" all av a shine--laughin" an" crackin" on an"
t"rowin" our boots about. Thin O"Hara will come to give us the ordher to be quiet, the more by token bekaze the room-lamp will be knocked over in the larkin". He will take the straight road to the ind door where there"s the lamp in the veranda, an" that"ll bring him clear against the light as he shtands. He will not be able to look into the dhark. Wan av us will loose off, an" a close shot ut will be, an" shame to the man that misses. "Twill be Mulvaney"s rifle, she that is at the head av the rack--there"s no mistakin" that long-shtocked, cross-eyed b.i.t.c.h even in the dhark."
"The thief misnamed my ould firin"-piece out av jealousy--I was pershuaded av that--an" ut made me more angry than all.
"But Vulmea goes on: "O"Hara will dhrop, an" by the time the light"s lit again, there"ll be some six av us on the chest av Mulvaney, cryin"
murdher an" rape. Mulvaney"s cot is near the ind door, an" the shmokin"
rifle will be lyin" undher him whin we"ve knocked him over. We know, an"
all the rig"mint knows, that Mulvaney has given O"Hara more lip than any man av us. Will there be any doubt at the Coort-Martial? Wud twelve honust sodger-bhoys swear away the life av a dear, quiet, swate-timpered man such as is Mulvaney--wid his line av pipe-clay roun" his cot, threatenin" us wid murdher av we overshtepped ut, as we can truthful testify?"
""Mary, Mother av Mercy!" thinks I to mesilf; "it is this to have an unruly mimber an" fistes fit to use! Oh the sneakin" hounds!"
"The big dhrops ran down my face, for I was wake wid the liquor an" had not the full av my wits about me. I laid shtill an" heard thim workin"
themselves up to swear my life by tellin" tales av ivry time I had put my mark on wan or another; an" my faith, they was few that was not so dishtinguished. "Twas all in the way av fair fight, though, for niver did I raise my hand excipt whin they had provoked me to ut.
"""Tis all well," sez wan av thim, "but who"s to do this shootin"?"
""Fwhat matther?" sez Vulmea. ""Tis Mulvaney will do that--at the Coort-Martial."
""He will so," sez the man, "but whose hand is put to the trigger--_in the room?_"
""Who"ll do ut?" sez Vulmea, lookin" round, but divil a man answeared.
They began to dishpute till Kiss, that was always playin" Shpoil Five, sez: "Thry the kyards!" Wid that he opined his tunic an" tuk out the greasy palammers, an" they all fell in wid the notion.
""Deal on!" sez Vulmea, wid a big rattlin" oath, "an" the Black Curse av Shielygh come to the man that will not do his duty as the kyards say.
Amin!"
""Black Jack is the masther," sez Kiss, dealin". Black Jack, Sorr, I shud expaytiate to you, is the Ace av Shpades which from time immimorial has been intimately connect wid battle, murdher an" suddin death.
"_Wanst_ Kiss dealt an" there was no sign, but the men was whoite wid the workin"s av their sowls. _Twice_ Kiss dealt an" there was a gray shine on their cheeks like the mess av an egg. _Three_ times Kiss dealt an" they was blue. "Have ye not lost him?" sez Vulmea, wipin" the sweat on him; "Let"s ha" done quick!" "Quick ut is," sez Kiss, t"rowin" him the kyard; an" ut fell face up on his knee--Black Jack!
"Thin they all cackled wid laughin". "Duty thrippence," sez wan av thim, "an" d.a.m.ned cheap at that price!" But I cud see they all dhrew a little away from Vulmea an" lef" him sittin" playin" wid the kyard. Vulmea sez no word for a whoile but licked his lips--cat-ways. Thin he threw up his head an" made the men swear by ivry oath known to stand by him not alone in the room but at the Coort-Martial that was to set on _me!_ He tould off five av the biggest to stretch me on my cot whin the shot was fired, an" another man he tould off to put out the light, an" yet another to load my rifle. He wud not do that himself; an" that was quare, for "twas but a little thing considerin".
"Thin they swore over again that they wud not bethray wan another, an"
crep" out av the gra.s.s in diff"rint ways, two by two. A mercy ut was that they did not come on me. I was sick wid fear in the pit av my stummick--sick, sick, sick! Afther they was all gone, I wint back to Canteen an" called for a quart to put a thought in me. Vulmea was there, dhrinkin" heavy, an" politeful to me beyond reason. "Fwhat will I do--fwhat will I do?" thinks I to mesilf whin Vulmea wint away.
"Presintly the Arm"rer Sargint comes in stiffin" an" crackin" on, not pleased wid any wan, bekaze the Martini Henri bein" new to the rig"mint in those days we used to play the mischief wid her arrangements. "Twas a long time before I cud get out av the way av thryin" to pull back the back-sight an" turnin" her over afther firin"--as if she was a Snider.
""Fwhat tailor-men do they give me to work wid?" sez the Arm"rer Sargint. "Here"s Hogan, his nose flat as a table, laid by for a week, an" ivry Comp"ny sendin" their arrums in knocked to small shivreens."
""Fwhat"s wrong wid Hogan, Sargint?" sez I.
""Wrong!" sez the Arm"rer Sargint; "I showed him, as though I had been his mother, the way av shtrippin" a "Tini, an" he shtrup her clane an"
easy. I tould him to put her to again an" fire a blank into the blow-pit to show how the dirt hung on the groovin". He did that, but he did not put in the pin av the fallin"-block, an" av coorse whin he fired he was strook by the block jumpin" clear. Well for him "twas but a blank--a full charge wud ha" cut his oi out."
"I looked a thrifle wiser than a boiled sheep"s head. "How"s that, Sargint?" sez I.
""This way, ye blundherin" man, an" don"t you be doin" ut," sez he. Wid that he shows me a Waster action--the breech av her all cut away to show the inside--an" so plazed he was to grumble that he dimonstrated fwhat Hogan had done twice over. "An" that comes av not knowin" the wepping you"re purvided wid," sez he.
""Thank ye, Sargint," sez I; "I will come to you again for further information."
""Ye will not," sez he. "Kape your clanin"-rod away from the breech-pin or you will get into throuble."
"I wint outside an" I could ha" danced wid delight for the grandeur av ut. "They will load my rifle, good luck to thim, whoile I"m away,"
thinks I, and back I wint to the Canteen to give them their clear chanst.
"The Canteen was fillin" wid men at the ind av the day. I made feign to be far gone in dhrink, an", wan by wan, all my roomful came in wid Vulmea. I wint away, walkin" thick an" heavy, but not so thick an" heavy that any wan cud ha" tuk me. Sure and thrue, there was a kyartridge gone from my pouch an" lyin" snug in my rifle. I was hot wid rage against thim all, an" I worried the bullet out wid my teeth as fast as I cud, the room bein" empty. Then I tuk my boot an" the clanin"-rod and knocked out the pin av the fallin"-block. Oh, "twas music when that pin rowled on the flure! I put ut into my pouch an" stuck a dab av dirt on the holes in the plate, puttin" the fallin"-block back. "That"ll do your business, Vulmea," sez I, lyin" easy on the cot. "Come an" sit on my chest the whole room av you, an" I will take you to my bosom for the biggest divils that iver cheated halter." I wud have no mercy on Vulmea.
His oi or his life--little I cared!
"At dusk they came back, the twelve av thim, an" they had all been dhrinkin". I was shammin" sleep on the cot. Wan man wint outside in the veranda. Whin he whishtled they began to rage roun" the room an" carry on tremenjus. But I niver want to hear men laugh as they did--skylarkin"
too! "Twas like mad jackals.
""Shtop that blasted noise!" sez O"Hara in the dark, an" pop goes the room-lamp. I cud hear O"Hara runnin" up an" the rattlin" av my rifle in the rack an" the men breathin" heavy as they stud roun" my cot. I cud see O"Hara in the light av the veranda lamp, an" thin I heard the crack av my rifle. She cried loud, poor darlint, bein" mishandled. Next minut" five men were houldin" me down. "Go easy," I sez; "fwhat"s ut all about?"
"Thin Vulmea, on the flure, raised a howl you cud hear from wan ind av cantonmints to the other. "I"m dead, I"m butchered, I"m blind!" sez he.
"Saints have mercy on my sinful sowl! Sind for Father Constant! Oh sind for Father Constant an" let me go clean!" By that I knew he was not so dead as I cud ha" wished.
"O"Hara picks up the lamp in the veranda wid a hand as stiddy as a rest.
"Fwhat d.a.m.ned dog"s thrick is this av yours?" sez he, an turns the light on Tim Vulmea that was shwimmin" in blood from top to toe. The fallin"-block had sprung free behin" a full charge av powther--good care I tuk to bite down the bra.s.s af ther takin" out the bullet that there might be somethin" to give ut full worth--an" had cut Tim from the lip to the corner av the right eye, lavin" the eyelid in tatthers, an" so up an" along by the forehead to the hair. "Twas more av a rakin" plough, if you will ondherstand, than a clean cut; an" niver did I see a man bleed as Vulmea did. The dhrink an" the stew that he was in pumped the blood strong. The minut" the men sittin" on my chest heard O"Hara spakin" they scatthered each wan to his cot, an" cried out very politeful: "Fwhat is ut, Sargint?"
""Fwhat is ut!" sez O"Hara, shakin" Tim. "Well an" good do you know fwhat ut is, ye skulkin" ditch-lurkin" dogs! Get a _doolie,_ an" take this whimperin" scutt away. There will be more heard av ut than any av you will care for."
"Vulmea sat up rockin" his head in his hand an" moanin" for Father Constant.
""Be done!" sez O"Hara, dhraggin" him up by the hair. "You"re none so dead that you cannot go fifteen years for thryin" to shoot me."
""I did not," sez Vulmea; "I was shootin" mesilf."