'e, 'you said wot 'e said you said." An' Mulvaney fell away sayin' nothin'. You know 'e never speaks to the Colonel for fear o' gettin 'imself fresh copped."
Mullins, a very young and very much married Sergeant, whose manners were partly the result of innate depravity and partly of imperfectly digested Board School, came over the bridge, and most rudely asked Ortheris what he was doing.
"Me?" said Ortheris. "'Ow! I'm waiting for my C'mission. 'Seed it comin' along yit?"
Mullins turned purple and passed on. There was the sound of a gentle chuckle from the glacis where Learoyd lay.
"'E expects to get his C'mission some day," explained Orth'ris; "Gawd 'elp the Mess that 'ave to put their 'ands into the same kiddy as im! Wot time d'you make it, Sir? Fower! Mulvaney 'll be out in 'arf an hour. You don't want to buy a dorg, Sir, do you? A pup you can trust—arf Rampore by the Colonel's grey 'ound."
"Ortheris," I answered sternly, for I knew what was in his mind, "do you mean to say that"
"I didn't mean to arx money o' you, any'ow," said Ortheris; "I'd 'a sold you the dorg good an' cheap but—but—I know Mulvaney 'll want somethin' after we've walked 'im orf, an' I ain't got nothin', nor 'e 'asn't neither. I'd sooner sell you the dorg, Sir. 'S trewth I would!"
A shadow fell on the drawbridge, and Orthezis began to rise into the air, lifted by a huge hand upon his collar.
"Onything but t' braass," said Learoyd, quietly, as he held the Londoner over the ditch. "Onything but t' braass, Orth'ris, ma son! Ah 've got one rupee eight annas of ma own.' He showed two coins, and replaced Ortheris on the drawbridge rail.
"Very good," I said; "where are you going to?"
"Goin' to walk 'im orf when 'e comes out—two miles or three or fower," said Ortheris.
The footsteps within ceased. I heard the dull thud of a knapsack falling on a bedstead, followed by the rattle of arms. Ten minutes later, Mulvaney, faultlessly attired, his
