It's enough to make a fellow desert.

Here, I know; I'll do something.

It's all the fault of that miserable renegade.

I'll go in and half-kill him--an insolent, insulting brute!" Just then Denham, who was as fearless as any man in the ranks when out with the corps, started violently in his alarm; for a hail came from high up on the wall in the Colonel's familiar voice; and upon looking up, there he was, glass in hand, looking down at us.
"Denham," cried the Colonel, "run to the Major.

Tell him to come here to me at once, and bring his glass." "Yes, sir," cried my companion.--"Come with me, Val.