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t threw a chest. "For all the Northam cads to look at? Not good enough, Foxibus." "Well, we won't make a point of it. You learn your drill first, an' later we'll see." "Hullo," said Ansell of Macrea's, shouldering through the mob. "What's all this about a giddy cadet-corps?" "It will save you a lot o' time at Sandburst," the Sergeant replied promptly. "You'll be dismissed your drills early if you go up with a good groundin' before'and." "Hm! 'Don't mind learnin' my drill, but I'm not goin' to ass about the country with a toy Snider. Perowne, what are you goin' to do? Hogan's joinin'." "Don't know whether I've the time," said Perowne. "I've got no end of extra-tu as it is." "Well, call this extra-tu," said Ansell. "'Twon't take us long to mug up the drill." "Oh, that's right enough, but what about marchin' in public?" said Hogan, not foreseeing that three years later he should die in the Burmese sun-light outside Minhla Fort. "Afraid the uniform won't suit your creamy complexion?" McTurk asked with a villainous sneer. "Shut up, Turkey. You aren't goin' up for the Army." "No, but I'm goin' to send a substitute. Hi! Morrell an' Wake! You two fags by the arm-rack, you've got to volunteer." Blushing deeply--they had been too shy to apply before--the youngsters sidled towards the Sergeant. "But I don't want the little chaps--not at first," said the Sergeant disgustedly. "I want--I'd like some of the Old Brigade the defaulters--to stiffen 'em a bit." "Don't be ungrateful, Sergeant. They're nearly as big as you get 'em in the Army now." McTurk read the papers of those years and could be trusted for general information, which he used as he used his "tweaker." Yet he did not know that Wake minor would be a bimbashi of the Egyptian Army ere his thirtieth year. Hogan, Swayne, Stalky, Perowne, and Ansell were deep in consultation by the vaulting-horse, Stalky as usual laying down the law. The Sergeant watched them uneasily, knowing that many waited on their lead. "Foxy don't like my recruits," said McTurk, in a pained tone, to Beetle. "You get him some." Nothing loath, Beetle pinioned two more fags--each no taller than a carbine. "Here you are, Foxy. Here's food for powder. Strike for your hearths an' homes, you young brutes--an' be jolly quick about it." "Still he isn't happy," said McTurk. "For the way we have with our Army Is the way we have with our Navy." Here Beetle joined
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