CHAPTER II.
Then we brought the lances down, then the bugles blew, When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two, Ridin', ridin', ridin', two an' two, Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, All the way to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two.
-- Barrack-Room Ballad.
'I'M NOT angry with the British public, but I wish we had a few thousand of them scattered among these rooks.

They wouldn't be in such a hurry to get at their morning papers then.

Can't you imagine the regulation householder--Lover of Justice, Constant Reader, Paterfamilias, and all that lot--frizzling on hot gravel ?' 'With a blue veil over his head, and his clothes in strips.

Has any man here a needle?
I've got a piece of sugar-sack.' 'I'll lend you a packing-needle for six square inches of it then.

Both my knees are worn through.' 'Why not six square acres, while you're about it?
But lend me the needle, and I'll see what I can do with the selvage.