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  “First-classplace,SimlaOh,ri-ippmg!”saidBobbyWick,andorderednewwhitecordbreechesonthestrengthofit。
  “We’reinahadway。”wroteReveretoBobbyattheendoftwomonths“Sinceyouleft,theRegimenthastakentofeverandisfairlyrottenwithit-twohundredinhospital,aboutahundredincells-drinkingtokeepofffever-andtheCompaniesonparadefifteenfilestrongattheoutside。
  There’srathermoresicknessintheout-villagesthanIcarefor,hutthenI’msoblisteredwithErickly-heatthatI’meadytohangmy-
  selfWhat’stheyarnaboutyourmashingaMissHaverleyupthere?Notserious,Ihope?You’reover~youngtohangmillstonesroundyourneck,andtheColonelwillturfyououtofthatindouble-quicktimeifyouattemptit。”
  ItwasnottheColonelthatbroughtBobbyoutofSimla,butamuchmoretoberespectedCommandantThesicknessintheout-villagesspr~ad,theBazarwasputoutofbounds,andthencamethenewsthattheTailTwistersmustgointocampThemessageflashedtotheHillstations-“Cbolera~Leavestopped-Officersrecalled。”Alas,forthewhiteglovesintheneatlysolderedboxes,theridesandthedancesandpicnicsthatweretohe,theloveshalfspoken,andthedebtsunpaid!Withoutdemurandwithoutquestion,fastastonguecouldflyorponygallop,hacktotheirRegimentsandtheirBatteries,asthoughtheywerehasteningtotheirweddings,fledthesubalterns。
  BobbyreceivedhisordersonreturningfromadanceatViceregalLodgewherehehad-butonlytheHaverleygirlknowswhatBobbyhadsaidorhowmanywaltzeshehadclaimedforthenextballSixinthemorningsawBobbyattheTongaOfficeinthedrenchmgrain,thewhirlofthelastwaltzstillinhisears,andanintoxicationdueneithertowinenorwaltzinginhisbrain。
  “Goodman!”shoutedDeightonoftheHorseBattery,throughthemists“Wharyouraisedattonga?I’mcomingwithyouOw!ButI’vehadaheadandahalf。
  Ididn’tsitoutallnightTheysaytheBattery’sawfulbad。”andhehummeddolorously-
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  ’~eavethewhatatthewhat’s-its-name,Leavetheflockwithoutshelter,Leavethecorpseuninterred,Leavethebrideatthealtar!
  “Myfaith!It’llbemoreballycorpsethanbride,though,thisjourneyJumpin,BobbyGeton,Coachwanl“
  OntheUmballaplatformwaitedadetachmentofofficersdiscussingthelatestnewsfromthestrickencantonment,anditwasherethatBobbylearnedtherealconditionoftheTail’渨isters。
  “Theywentintocamp。”saidanelderlyMajorrecalledfromthewhist-tablesatMussoorietoasicklyNativeRegiment,“theywentintocampwithtwohundredandtensickincartsTwohundredandtenfevercasesonly,andthebalancelookinglikesomanyghostswithsoreeyesA
  MadrasRegimentcouldhavewalkedthrough’em。”
  “Buttheywereasfitashe-damnedwhenIleftthem!”saidBobby。
  “Thenyou’dbettermakethemasfitasbe-damnedwhenyourejoin。”saidtheMajor,brutally。
  Bobbypressedhisforeheadagainsttherain-splashedwindowpaneasthetrainlumberedacrossthesoddenDoab,andprayedforthehealthoftheTynesideTailTwistersNainiTalhadsentdownhercontingentwithallspeed;thelatheringponiesoftheDalhousieRoadstaggeredintoPathankot,taxedtothefullstretchoftheirstrength;whilefromcloudyDarjilingtheCalcuttaMailwhirledupthelaststragglerofthelittlearmythatwastofightafight,ipwhichwasneithermedalnorhonorforthewinning,againstanenemynoneotherthan“thesicknessthatdestroyethinthenoonday。”
  Andaseachmanreportedhimself,hesaid:“Thisisabadbusiness。”andwentabouthisownforthwith,foreveryRegimentandBatteryinthecantonmentwasundercanvas,thesicknessbearingthemcompany。
  BobbyfoughthiswaythroughtheraintotheTailTwisters’
  temporarymess,andReverecouldhavefallenontheboy’sneckforthejoyofseeingthatugly,wholesomephixoncemore。
  “Keep’emamusedandinterested。”saidRevere“Theywentonthedrink,poorfools,afterthefirsttwocases,andtherewasnoimprovementOh,it’sgoodtohaveyouback,Bobby!Porkissisa-nevermind。”
  DeightoncameoverfromtheArtillerycamptoattendadrearymessdinner,andcontributedtothegeneralgloombynearlyweepingovertheconditionofhisbelovedBatteryPorkisssofarforgoth!mselfastoinsinuatethatthepresenceoftheofficerscoulddonoearthlygood,andthatthebestthingwouldbetosendtheentireRegimentintohospitaland“letthedoctorslookafterthem。”Porkisswasdemoralizedwithfear,norwashispeaceofmindrestoredwhenReveresaidcoldly:
  “Oh!Thesooneryougooutthebetter,ifthat’syourwayofthinkingAnypublicschoolcouldsendusfiftygoodmeninyourplace,butittakestime,time,Porkiss,andmoney,andacertainamountoftrouble,tomakeaRegiment’S’poseyou’rethepersonwegointocampfor,eh?”
  WhereuponPorkisswasovertakenwithagreatandchillyfearwhichadrenchingintheraindidnotallay,and,twodayslater,quittedthisworldforanotherwhere,mendofondlyhope,238
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  allowancesaremadefortheweaknessesofthefleshTheRegimentalSergeant-MajorlookedwearilyacrosstheSergeants’Messtentwhenthenewswasannounced。
  “Theregoestheworstofthem。”hesaid“It’lltakethebest,andthen,pleaseGod,it’llstop。”TheSergeantsweresilenttillonesaid:“Itcouldn’tbehim!”andallknewofwhomTraviswasthinking。
  BobbyWickstormedthroughthetentsofhisCompany,rallying,rebukingmildly,asisconsistentwiththeRegulations,chaffingthefaint-hearted:
  halingthesoundintothewaterysunlightwhentherewasabreakintheweather,andbiddingthembeofgoodcheerfortheirtroublewasnearlyatanend;
  scuttlingonhisdunponyroundtheoutskirtsofthecampandheadingbackmenwho,withtheinnateperversityofBritishsoldier’s,werealwayswanderingintoinfectedvillages,ordrinkingdeeplyfromrain-floodedmarshes;
  comfortingthepanic-strickenwithrudespeech,andmorethanoncetendingthedyingwhohadnofriends-themenwithout“townies“;organizing,withbanjosandburnedcork,Sing-songswhichshouldallowthetalentoftheRegimentfullplay;andgenerally,asheexplained,“~ayingthegiddygarden-goatallround。”
  “You’reworthhalfadozenofus,Bobby。”saidRevereinamomentofenthusiasm“Howthedevildoyoukeepitup?”
  Bobbymadenoanswer,buthadReverelookedintothebreast-pocketof~scoathemighthaveseenthereasheafofbadly-writtenletterswhichperhapsaccountedforthepowerthatp05-
  sessedtheboyAlettercametoBobb~everyotherdayThespellingwasnotabovereproach,butthesentimentsmusthavebeenmostsatisfactory,foronreceiptBobby’seyessoftenedmarvelously,andhewaswonttofallintoatenderabstractionforawhileere,shakinghiscroppedhead,hechargedintohiswork。
  Bywhatpowerhedrewafterhimtheheartsoftheroughest,andtheTailTwisterscountedintheirrankssomeroughdiamondsindeed,wasamysterytobothskipperandC0。,wholearnedfromtheregimentalchaplainthatBobbywasconsiderablymoreinrequestinthehospitaltentsthantheReverendJohnEmery。
  “ThemenseemfondofyouAreyouinthehospitalsmuch?”saidtheColonel,whodidhisdail}
  roundandorderedthementogetwellwithahardnessthatdidnotcoverhisbittergrief。
  “Alittle,sir。”saidBobby。
  “Shouldn’tgotheretoooftenifIwereyouTheysayit’snotcontagious,butthere’snouseinrunningunnecessaryrisksWecan’taffordtohaveyoudown,y’know。”
  Sixdayslater,itwaswiththeutmostdifficultythatthepost-runnerplashedhiswayouttothecampwithmailbags,fortherainwasfallingintorrentsBobbyreceivedaletter,boreitofftohistent,and,theprogrammeforthenextweek’sSing-songbeingsatisfactorilydisposedof,satdowntoansweritForanhourtheunhandypentoiledoverthepaper,andwheresentimentrosetomorethannormaltide-levelBobbyWickstuckouthistongueandbreathedheavilyHewasnotusedtoletter-writing。
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  “Begy’pardon,sir。”saidavoiceatthetentdoor;“butDormer’s’orridbad,sir,an’they’vetakenhimorf,sir。
  “DamnPrivateDormerandyoutoo!”saidBobbyWickrunningtheblotteroverthehalf-finishedletter“TellhimI’llcomeinthemorning。”
  ’E’sawfulbad,sir。”saidthevoice,hesitatinglyTherewasanundecidedsquelchingofheavyboots。
  “Well?”saidBobby,impatiently。
  “Excusin’’imselfbeforean’fortakin’theliberty,’esaysitwouldbeacomfortfortoassist’im,sir,if“-“Tattoolao!Getmypony!Here,comeinoutoftheraintillI’mready’Vhatblastednuisancesyouare!That’sbrandyDrinksome;youwantitHangontomystirrupandtellmeifI
  gomofast。”
  Strengthenedbyafour-finger“nip“whichheswallowedwithoutawink,theHospitalOrderlykeptupwiththeslipping,mud-stained,andverydisgustedponyasitshambledtothehospitaltent。
  PrivateDormerwascertainly“’orridbad。”Hehadallbutreachedthestageofcollapseandwasnotpleasanttolookupon。
  “What’sthis,Dormer?”saidBobby,bendingovertheman“You’renotgoingoutthistime。
  You’vegottocomefishin~withmeonceortwicemoreyet。”
  Thebluelipspartedandintheghostofawhispersaid,-“Begy’pardon,sir,disturbin’ofyounow,butwouldyoumm’’oldin’my’and,sir?”
  Bobbysatonthesideofthebed,andtheicycoldhandclosedonhisownlikeavice,forcingalady’sringwhichwasonthelittlefingerde~pintothefleshBobbySethislipsandwaited,thewaterdrippingfromthehemofhistrousersAnhourpassedandthegraspofthehanddidnotrelax,nordidtheexpressiononthedrawnfacechange。
  Bobbywithinfinitecraftlithimselfacherootwiththelefthand,hisrightarmwasnumbedtotheelbow,andresignedhimselftoanightofpain。
  Dawnshowedaverywhite-facedSubalternsittingonthesideofasickman’scot,andaDoctorinthedoorwayusinglanguageunfitforpublication。
  “Haveyoubeenhereallnight,youyoungass?”saidtheDoctor。
  “Thereorthereabouts。”saidBobby,ruefully“He’sfrozenontome。”
  Dormer’smouthshutwithaclickHeturnedhisheadandsighed。
  Theclingingbandopened,andBobby’sarmfelluselessathisside。
  “He’lldo。”saidtheDoctor,quietly“Itmusthavebeenato~s-upallthrougbthenight’Thinkyou’retobecongratulatedonthiscase。”
  “Oh,bosh!”saidBobby“Ithoughtthemanhadgoneoutlongag~onlyonlyIdidn’tcaretotakemyhandawayRubmyarmdown,there’sagoodchapWhatagripthebrutehas!I’mchilledtothemarrow!”Hepassedoutofthetentshivering。
  PrivateDormerwasallowedtocelebratehisrepulseofDeathbystrongwatersFourdayslater,hesatonthesideofhiscotandsaidtothepatientsmildly:“I’d’a’
  likento’a’spokento’im-soI
  should。”
  ButatthattimeBobbywasreadingyetanotherletter-hehadthemostpersistentcorrespondentofanymanincamp~andwaseventhenabouttowritethatthesicknesshadabatedandin240
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  anotherweekattheoutsidewouldbegoneHedidnotintendtosaythatthechillofasickman’shandseemedtonavestruckintotheheartwhosecapacitiesforaffectionhedweltonatsuchlengthHedidintendtoenclosetheillustratedprogrammeoftheforthcomingSing-songwhereofhewasnotalittleproudHealsointendedtowriteonmanyothermatterswhichdonotconcernus,anddoubtlesswouldhavedonesobutfortheslightfeverishheadachewhichmadehimdullandunresponsiveatmess。
  “Youareoverdoingit,Bobby。”saidhisskipper“’MightgivetherestofuscreditofdoingalittleworkYougoonasifyouwerethewholeMessrolledintooneTakeiteasy。”
  “Iwill。”saidBobby“I’mfeelingdoneup,somehow。”Reverelookedathimanxiouslyandsaidnothing。
  Therewasaflickeringoflanternsab3utthecampthatnight,andarumorthatbroughtmenoutoftheircotstothetentdoors,apaddlingofthenakedfeetofdoolie-bearersandtherushofagallopinghorse。
  “Wot’sup?”askedtwentytents;andthroughtwentytentsrantheanswer-“Wick,’e’sdown。”