"You won't see an old comrade go to the bad for the sake of a few rupees?
I was with Sale's brigade in the Passes, sir, and I was at the second taking of Cabul." General Heatherstone looked keenly at the supplicant, but was silent to his appeal.
"I was in Ghuznee with you when the walls were all shook down by an earthquake, and when we found forty thousand Afghans within gunshot of us.

You ask me about it, and you'll see whether I'm lying or not.

We went through all this when we were young, and now that we are old you are to live in a fine bungalow, and I am to starve by the roadside.

It don't seem to me to be fair." "You are an impertinent scoundrel," said the general.

"If you had been a good soldier you would never need to ask for help.