And he threw back his handsome head and laughed.
"Lord!" he exclaimed.

"What chance have I, a poor rifleman, who may not even wear his hair clubbed and powdered." Only field and staff now powdered in our corps.

I said: "Heaven hasten your advancement, sir." "Not that I'd care a fig," he protested, "if I had your yellow, curly head, you rogue.

But with my dark hair unpowdered and uncurled, and no side locks, I tell you, Loskiel, I earn every kiss that is given me--or forgiven.

Heigho! Peace would truly be a blessing if she brought powder and pretty clothing to a crop-head, buck-skinned devil like me." We were now riding through a country which had become uneven and somewhat higher.