'Said! Bin better for 'im if 'e'd shut 'is mouth. Lord, ow we laughed! “Sargint,” 'e sez, “ye say I'm dirty. Well,” sez 'e, “when your wife lets you blow your own nose for yourself, perhaps you'll know wot dirt is. You're himperfectly eddicated, Sargint,” sez 'e, an' then we fell in. But after p'rade, 'e was up an' Mullins was swearin' 'imself black in the face at Ord'ly Room that Mulvaney 'ad called 'im a swine an' Lord knows wot all. You know Mullins. 'E'll 'ave 'is 'ead broke in one o' these days. 'E's too big a bloomin' liar for ord'nary consumption. “Three hours' can an' kit,” sez the Colonel; “not for bein' dirty on p'rade, but for 'avin' said somethin' to Mullins, tho' I do not believe,” sez '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 'is C'mission some day,' explained Ortheris;' 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 Ortheris 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 wen 'e comes out--two miles or three or fower,' said Ortheris.