I've seen that often in the Boer war, when, after a big shell had gone off somewhere near them, the very bravest soldiers would clean forget that it was their duty to stand still and not run like rabbits; indeed, it happened to me myself." I laughed, and Oliver said something which I could not hear, but Quick went on imperturbably: "Still, truth is truth, and if the Captain has forgotten, the more reason that we should remind him.

That evening at the Professor's house in London you did warn him, sir, and he answered that you needn't bother your head about the fascinations of a nigger woman----" "Nigger woman," broke out Oliver; "I never used such words; I never even thought them, and you are an impertinent fellow to put them into my mouth.

Nigger woman! Good heavens! It's desecration." "Very sorry, Captain, now I come to think of it, I believe you said black woman, speaking in your haste.

Yes and I begged you not to brag, seeing that if you did we might live to see you crawling after her, with myself, Samuel Quick bringing up the rear.

Well, there it is we are, and the worst of it is that I can't blame you, being as anticipated in the prophecy--for that's what it was though I didn't know it myself at the time--exactly in the same state myself, though, of course, at a distance, bringing up the rear respectfully, as said." "You don't mean that you are in love with the Child of Kings ?" said Oliver, staring at the Sergeant's grim and battered figure.
"Begging your pardon, Captain, that is exactly what I do mean.