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THREE:A familiar friendship lighted every countenance but mine as this second pair turned and rode with us, the lieutenant in front on Sergeant Jim Longley's right, and the two privates with me between them behind. For some minutes the sergeant, in under-tone, made report to his young superior. Then in a small clearing he turned abruptly into a neighborhood road, and at his word my two companions pricked after him westward. I closed up beside the lieutenant; he praised the weather, and soon our talk was fluent though broken, as we moved sometimes at a trot and often faster. In stolen moments I scanned him with the jealousy of my youth. Five feet, ten; humph! I was five, nine and a thirty-second. In weight he looked to be just what I always had in mind in those prayers without words with which I mounted every pair of commissary scales I came to. The play of his form as our smooth-gaited horses sped through the flecking shades was worth watching for its stanch and supple grace. Alike below the saddle and above it he was as light as a leaf and as firm as a lance. I had long yearned to own a pair of shoulders not too square for beauty nor too sloping for strength, and lo, here they were, not mine, but his. No matter; the slender mustache he sported he was welcome to, I had shaved off nearly as good a one; wished now I hadn't. As once or twice he lifted his k��pi to the warm breeze I took new despair from the soft locks of darkest chestnut that lay on his head in manly order, ready enough to curl but waiving the privilege.��Naturally I don��t want to be impertinent in inquiring into your affairs, Propert,�� he said. ��Don��t think that. But if I can help, let me{46} know. Going, are you? Good-bye; don��t forget to order me Beardsley��s Morte d��Arthur.�� FORE:[Pg 102]

THREE:I pointed to the door he had softly closed behind him: "How is it in there?""I have still," said the Clockwork man, locating his feeling by placing a hand sharply against his stomach, "an emptiness here." FORE:Arthur heard a slight noise somewhere round the back of the cottage. "Someone coming," he warned.

THREE:"I know. You are strong and ambitious, and she is helping to make you the fashion. But has it ever struck you why?"He spurted a pint to reply, "Fishe's batt'ry." FORE:I was in despair; our horses had caught our frenzy and were plunging to be after their fellows, and a fresh body of the enemy were hurtling into the grove. Dropping my burden I vaulted up, and we scurried away, saved only by the enemy's healthy fear of an ambush. The first man we came up with was Quinn, with the rear-guard. "Is he dead?" he growled.