and pressed the nozzle to Manners' lips. Manners sucked eagerly, like an infant at its mother's breast. A bullet struck the canteen and dashed it to pieces. The crashing of the cannon was like close thunder, and the air sang like the strings of an instrument. But Aladdin, so cool and collected he was, might have been the target for praises and roses flung by beauties. He put his lips close to Peter's ear, and spoke loudly, for the noise of battle was deafening.
"Is it much, darlint?"
Manners turned his bleeding eyes toward Aladdin.
"Go back, you damn little fool!" he said.
"Peter, Peter," said Aladdin, "can't you see?"
"No, I can't. I'm no use now. Go back; go back and give 'em hell!"
Aladdin endeavored to raise Peter in his arms, but was not strong enough.
"I can't lift you, I can't lift you," he said.
