"Noo, you’re talkin’," said Spud. "Oot wi’ it." From his trunk the
terrified Teuton disgorged his gold, his fine Havannas, and a bottle of
Special Scotch. This loot was quickly collared and lodged in various
pockets.
"An’ noo tell me whaur these ither Germans stay?" asked Tamson.
"Away! They mobilised. Gone Shermanys."
"When?"
"To-nights. Ten train. They Shermans. I, Breeteesh subjects," he
declared again.
"All right, old cock, we’ll let you off," concluded the valiant
lance-corporal, looking at the clock, which had just turned 9.30 _P.M._
Turning to his men, he said, "Look here, boys, we’ve time tae capture
them deevils. Come on—aff tae the station." And down the stairs they
walloped like a lot of schoolboys. The terrified visitors gave a sigh of
relief as they went out through the great hall door, while poor Otto von
Onions sat down and cried.
"This way, lads," yelled Spud, as they thundered into the Mudtown
Station. There they saw a mongrel gang of heavily-built Germans waiting
for the train. A Consular official with a ponderous umbrella was in
charge. He had them marshalled in a rough sort of group. Some had still
their tail-coats on, others had napkins round their necks, while a few
showed their bare heels over the tops of their shoes. A villainous
crowd; more ready to use the stiletto than their fists. All were eagerly
discussing the great Day, and how long it would take them to invade our
country, when they were startled by the terrific yell of Spud Tamson’s
men.
Charge! was the order of the day. In a second a peaceful station was
turned into a bear garden. Kicks, shrieks, and yells rent the air. Human
beings rocked to and fro, and tumbled over the luggage littered over the
platform.
"I protest, in the name of the Kaiser," said the Consular gent with the
umbrella.
"Tak’ that, in the name o’ the King," said Spud, delivering a terrific
punch on the German’s bulbous nose. Blood burst all over his ponderous
paunch, but he was game, and pluckily tackled Spud with his umbrella.
One whack over his enemy’s head smashed the whole framework.
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