"At that old Pipes--I"d thought he were gone--layin back in his chair, ead all anyhow:--
""Jack," he says usky, "is that the Genelman?"
""May the Lord ave mercy on im!" I cries. "It"s im. He"s dyin for us, Mr.
Piper--dyin slow."
""So did Jesus," says he, calm as you please.
""But can"t we do nothin, my G.o.d?" I cries.
""Nothin," says he, sleepy-like. "I"m dyin; you"re done. G.o.d is our ope and strength."
""Can"t you pray, Mr. Piper?" I begs him. "You"re a good un at that. Ave a go at em," I says. "Maybe they"d listen to you. Sure-ly they can"t set by and see a genelman like that chaw"d up in cold blood."
"He didn"t answer. But I could see his head pitch forward a bit. And I hears a kind of a mutter.
"Then he stops, and I could see he were listenin,
""Go it, Mr. Piper," I says. "Go it. Pitch it in. You"re workin em. Pray!
pray! pray!"
""I ave prayed," says he. "Here"s the answer."
"Then I sat up. And well I might. I could hear it comin meself--low and far, and all the while a-growin like a mutter o thunder. It made me shake to hear it--not being brought up religious like.
"Then there was a rushin and a roarin, and the earth shook, and h"all of a sudden h"out of the whirlwind a great voice ollaed:--
""Tally-ho! forrad!--mush em up, boys, and no Woody quarter!"
""Your prayer is eard, Mr. Piper," says I. "It"s a Jedgement on em."
""My prayer is eard," says pore old Pipea. "It"s the orse-dragoons."
"Then his ead loll sideways, and he was h"off again."
CHAPTER Lx.x.xIV
THE COTTAGE
I
Knapp was leaning forward, his chin on his hands.
"Yes, it was a sweet cop. They was expectin the foot, and they got the orse, and got em ot."
He chuckled faintly.
"I couldn"t see much, but I eard enough to make my eart glad. Scream!--I tell ye.... It were better"n beer to me.
"Then I faints for loss...o...b..ood."
He paused, staring at the ground.
"When I come to, the foot--soldiers were carrying the Genelman through the door--them long legs of is"n and all."
His voice began to jerk.
"Just the same--only more paler-like."
He was jigging with his knees, and the words joggled as they came out.
"Then he see me.
""Hullo, Soldier," says he. "No, no, don"t get up," me trying to rise to me officer. "We"re both a bit d.i.c.ky, I expect. How are you?"
""Nicely thank you, sir," says I, choky. "And you, sir?"
"He smiles that way of his.
""I"ll be better soon," says he. But I knoo from the way of his voice he"d got his marchin orders all right; and I knoo e knoo"d it too."
The little man was sniffing; and the tears were flowing down his nose.
""Take me to Sailor," says he to the chaps.
"So they took him to where pore old Pipes lay in his chair, his head lollin back, somethin dreadful to see.
"The Genelman bends over him, and takes one of his hands.
"That stirs the old man.
""That you, sir?" says he, usky-like.
""Ah, friend," says the Genelman, "how goes it?"
""Tarrabul ornary," says pore old Pipes.
""You"ll be better soon," says the Genelman, strokin his hand. "It"s a rough pa.s.sage," says he, "but it"s Ome right enough once you"re there."
""Ome it is," says Pipes, and back goes his head, and he was h"off again.
"Then the Genelman turn to one of the chaps.