He could tell them but little--only the same story over and over.

Coming out of town, with tea and tobacco, a pair of shoes, and a bottle of whisky, for old Mrs.Tresham--in the thick of the wood, among brambles, all at once he lighted on the body.

He could not mistake Dr.Sturk; he wore his regimentals; there was blood about him; he did not touch him, nor go nearer than a musket's length to him, and being frightened at the sight in that lonely place he ran away and right down to the barrack, where he made his report.
Just then out came Sergeant Bligh, with his men--two of them carrying a bier with a mattress and cloaks thereupon.

They formed, and accompanied by the adjutant, at quick step marched through the town for the park.
Mr.Lowe accompanied them, and in the park-lane they picked up the ubiquitous Doctor Toole, who joined the party.
Dangerfield walked a while beside the adjutant's horse; and, said he-- 'I've had as much walking as I can well manage this morning, and you don't want for hands, so I'll turn back when I've said just a word in your ear.

You know, Sir, funerals are expensive, and I happen to know that poor Sturk was rather pressed for money--in fact, 'twas only the day before yesterday I myself lent him a trifle.