"Who"s that?" I whispered, for the voice was new to me.
"Gentleman born," said Mulvaney; "Corp"ril wan year, Sargint nex".
Red-hot on his C"mission, but dhrinks like a fish. He"ll be gone before the cowld weather"s here. So!"
He slipped his boot, and with the naked toe just touched the trigger of his Martini. Ortheris misunderstood the movement, and the next instant the Irishman"s rifle was dashed aside, while Ortheris stood before him, his eyes blazing with reproof.
"You!" said Ortheris. "My Gawd, _you!_ If it was you wot would _we_ do?"
"Kape quiet, little man," said Mulvaney, putting him aside, but very gently; "tis not me, nor will ut be me whoile Dinah Shadd"s here. I was but showin" something."
Learoyd, bowed on his bedstead, groaned, and the gentleman-ranker sighed in his sleep. Ortheris took Mulvaney"s tendered pouch and we three smoked gravely for a s.p.a.ce while the dust-devils danced on the glacis and scoured the red-hot plain.
"Pop?" said Ortheris, wiping his forehead.
"Don"t tantalise wid talkin" av dhrink, or I"ll shtuff you into your own breech-block an"--fire you off!" grunted Mulvaney.
Ortheris chuckled, and from a niche in the veranda produced six bottles of gingerade.
"Where did ye get ut, ye Machiavel?" said Mulvaney. ""Tis no bazar pop."
""Ow do _Hi_ know wot the Orf"cers drink?" answered Ortheris. "Arst the mess-man."
"Ye"ll have a Disthrict Coort-martial settin" on ye yet, me son," said Mulvaney, "but"--he opened a bottle--"I will not report ye this time.
Fwhat"s in the mess-kid is mint for the belly, as they say, "specially whin that mate is dhrink. Here"s luck! A b.l.o.o.d.y war or a--no, we"ve got the sickly season. War, thin!"--he waved the innocent "pop" to the four quarters of Heaven. "b.l.o.o.d.y war! North, East, South, an" West! Jock, ye quakin" hayrick, come an" dhrink."
But Learoyd, half mad with the fear of death presaged in the swelling veins in his neck, was begging his Maker to strike him dead, and fighting for more air between his prayers. A second time Ortheris drenched the quivering body with water, and the giant revived.
"An" Ah divn"t see thot a mon is i" fettle for gooin" on to live; an"
Ah divn"t see thot there is owt for t" livin" for. Hear now, lads! Ah"m tired--tired. There"s n.o.bbut watter i" ma bones. Let me die!"
The hollow of the arch gave back Learoyd"s broken whisper in a ba.s.s boom. Mulvaney looked at me hopelessly, but I remembered how the madness of despair had once fallen upon Ortheris, that weary, weary afternoon on the banks of the Khemi River, and how it had been exorcised by the skilful magician Mulvaney.
"Talk, Terence!" I said, "or we shall have Learoyd slinging loose, and he"ll be worse than Ortheris was. Talk! He"ll answer to your voice."
Almost before Ortheris had deftly thrown all the rifles of the Guard on Mulvaney"s bedstead, the Irishman"s voice was uplifted as that of one in the middle of a story, and, turning to me, he said--
"In barricks or out of it, as _you_ say, Sorr, an Oirish rig"mint is the divil an" more. "Tis only fit for a young man wid eddicated fisteses.
Oh the crame av disruption is an Oirish rig"mint, an" rippin", tearin", ragin" scattherers in the field av war! My first rig"mint was Oirish--Faynians an" rebils to the heart av their marrow was they, an" _so_ they fought for the Widdy betther than most, bein"
contrairy--Oirish. They was the Black Tyrone. You"ve heard av thim, Sorr?"
Heard of them! I knew the Black Tyrone for the choicest collection of unmitigated blackguards, dog-stealers, robbers of hen-roosts, a.s.saulters of innocent citizens, and recklessly daring heroes in the Army List.
Half Europe and half Asia has had cause to know the Black Tyrone--good luck be with their tattered Colours as Glory has ever been!
"They _was_ hot pickils an" ginger! I cut a man"s head tu deep wid my belt in the days av my youth, an", afther some circ.u.mstances which I will oblitherate, I came to the Ould Rig"mint, bearin" the character av a man wid hands an" feet. But, as I was goin" to tell you, I fell acrost the Black Tyrone agin wan day whin we wanted thim powerful bad.
Orth"ris, me son, fwhat was the name av that place where they sint wan comp"ny av us an" wan av the Tyrone roun" a hill an" down again, all for to tache the Paythans something they"d niver learned before? Afther Ghunzi "twas."
"Don"t know what the bloomin" Paythans called it. We called it Silver"s Theayter. You know that, sure!"
"Silver"s Theatre--so "twas. A gut betune two hills, as black as a bucket, an" as thin as a girl"s waist. There was over-many Paythans for our convaynience in the gut, an" begad they called thimselves a Reserve--bein" impident by nature! Our Scotchies an" lashins av Gurkeys was poundin" into some Paythan rig"mints, I think "twas. Scotchies an"
Gurkeys are twins bekaze they"re so onlike an" they get dhrunk together whin G.o.d plazes. As I was sayin", they sint wan comp"ny av the Ould an" wan of the Tyrone to double up the hill an" clane out the Paythan Reserve. Orf"cers was scarce in thim days, fwhat with dysintry an" not takin" care av thimselves, an" we was sint out wid only wan orf"cer for the comp"ny; but he was a Man that had his feet beneath him, an" all his teeth in their sockuts."
"Who was he?" I asked.
"Captain O"Neil--Old Crook--Cruikna-bulleen--him that I tould ye that tale av whin he was in Burma.
[Footnote: Now first of the foemen of Boh Da Thone Was Captain O"Neil of the Black Tyrone.
_The Ballad of Boh Da Thone._] Hah!
He was a Man! The Tyrone tuk a little orf"cer bhoy, but divil a bit was he in command, as I"ll dimonstrate presintly. We an" they came over the brow av the hill, wan on each side av the gut, an" there was that ondacint Reserve waitin" down below like rats in a pit.
""Howld on, men," sez Crook, who tuk a mother"s care av us always. "Rowl some rocks on thim by way av visitin" kyards." We hadn"t rowled more than twinty bowlders, an" the Paythans was beginnin" to swear tremenjus, whin the little orf"cer bhoy av the Tyrone shqueaks out acrost the valley:--"Fwhat the devil an" all are you doin", shpoilin" the fun for my men? Do ye not see they"ll stand?"
""Faith, that"s a rare pluckt wan!" sez Crook. "Niver mind the rocks, men. Come along down an" take tay wid thim!"
""There"s d.a.m.ned little sugar in ut!" sez my rear-rank man; but Crook heard.
""Have ye not all got spoons?" he sez, laughin", an" down we wint as fast as we cud. Learoyd bein" sick at the Base, he, av coorse, was not there.
"Thot"s a lie!" said Learoyd, dragging his bedstead nearer. "Ah gotten _thot_ theer, an" you knaw it, Mulvaney." He threw up his arms, and from the right armpit ran, diagonally through the fell of his chest, a thin white line terminating near the fourth left rib.
"My mind"s goin"," said Mulvaney, the unabashed. "Ye were there. Fwhat I was thinkin" of! "Twas another man, av coorse. Will, you"ll remember thin, Jack, how we an" the Tyrone met wid a bang at the bottom an" got jammed past all movin" among the Paythans."
"Ow! It _was_ a tight "ole. I was squeezed till I thought I"d bloomin"
well bust," said Ortheris, rubbing his stomach meditatively.
""Twas no place for a little man, but _wan_ little man"--Mulvaney put his hand on Ortheris"s shoulder--"saved the life av me. There we shtuck, for divil a bit did the Paythans flinch, an" divil a bit dare we; our business bein" to clear "em out. An" the most exthryordinar" thing av all was that we an" they just rushed into each other"s arrums, an" there was no firing for a long time. Nothin" but knife an" bay"nit when we cud get our hands free: an" that was not often. We was breast-on to thim, an" the Tyrone was yelpin" behind av us in a way I didn"t see the lean av at first. But I knew later, an" so did the Paythans.
""Knee to knee!" sings out Crook, wid a laugh whin the rush av our comin" into the gut shtopped, an" he was huggin" a hairy great Paythan, neither bein" able to do anything to the other, tho" both was wishful.
""Breast to breast!" he sez, as the Tyrone was pushin" us forward closer an" closer.
""An" hand over back!" sez a Sargint that was behin". I saw a sword lick out past Crook"s ear, an" the Paythan was tuk in the apple av his throat like a pig at Dromeen fair.
""Thank ye, Brother Inner Guard," sez Crook, cool as a cuc.u.mber widout salt. "I wanted that room." An" he wint forward by the thickness av a man"s body, havin" turned the Paythan undher him. The man bit the heel off Crook"s boot in his death-bite.
""Push, men!" sez Crook. "Push, ye paper-backed beggars!" he sez. "Am I to pull ye through?" So we pushed, an" we kicked, an" we swung, an" we swore, an" the gra.s.s bein" slippery, our heels wouldn"t bite, an" G.o.d help the front-rank man that wint down that day!"
""Ave you ever bin in the Pit hentrance o" the Vic, on a thick night?"
interrupted Ortheris. "It was worse nor that, for they was goin" one way an" we wouldn"t "ave it. Leastways, I "adn"t much to say."
"Faith, me son, ye said ut, thin. I kep" the little man betune my knees as long as I cud, but he was pokin" roun" wid his bay"nit, blindin" an"
stiffin" feroshus. The devil of a man is Orth"ris in a ruction--aren"t ye?" said Mulvaney.
"Don"t make game!" said the c.o.c.kney. "I knowed I wasn"t no good then, but I guv "em compot from the lef" flank when we opened out. No!" he said, bringing down his hand with a thump on the bedstead, "a bay"nit ain"t no good to a little man--might as well "ave a bloomin"
fishin"-rod! I "ate a clawin", maulin" mess, but gimme a breech that"s wore out a bit, an" hamminition one year in store, to let the powder kiss the bullet, an" put me somewheres where I ain"t trod on by "ulkin swine like you, an" s"elp me Gawd, I could bowl you over five times outer seven at height "undred. Would yer try, you lumberin" Hirishman."
"No, ye wasp. I"ve seen ye do ut. I say there"s nothin" better than the bay"nit, wid a long reach, a double twist av ye can, an" a slow recover."
"Dom the bay"nit," said Learoyd, who had been listening intently.