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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

It has to feed our desert-column somehow."
"Is that far off?"
"Between thirty and forty miles--in an infernal thirsty country."
"Is the country quiet between Tanai and our men?"
"More or less. I shouldn't care to cross it alone, or with a subaltern"s
command for the matter of that, but the scouts get through it in some
extraordinary fashion."
"They always did."
"Have you been here before, then?"
"I was through most of the trouble when it first broke out."
"In the service and cashiered," was the subaltern's first thought, so he
refrained from putting any questions.
"There's your man coming up with the mules. It seems rather queer----"
"That I should be mule-leading?" said Dick.
"I didn't mean to say so, but it is. Forgive me--it's beastly impertinence I
know, but you speak like a man who has been at a public school. There"s no
mistaking the tone."
"I am a public school man."
"I thought so. I say, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you're a little
down on your luck, aren't you? I saw you sitting with your head in your hands,
and that's why I spoke."
"Thanks. I am about as thoroughly and completely broke as a man need be."
"Suppose--I mean I'm a public school man myself. Couldn't I perhaps--take it as
a loan y'know and----"
"You're much too good, but on my honour I've as much money as I want.


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