My Life for Ireland Page #3

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don't belong here, understand?

- Stop it or-

- Or what?

Maybe I misjudged you. Let's go.

- Punch him.

- On the chin.

That's not allowed.

I'll report you.

Michael, let him have it.

Punch the nose.

Someone's coming.

Let's get out of here.

What's going on here?

You're bleeding.

What's going on here?

- I slipped, Mr. Croke.

- That's not true.

- What's not true?

- It was harmless. He slipped.

So, a harmless slip

followed by a nose bleed?

An epistaxis notriculosa causa? Eh?

If he's asked something,

he doesn't know when he ought to know.

- Contusio?

- Contusio.

Let's not tell the headmaster.

Yes, Mr. Croke.

The others can hurry up too.

Don't be pessimistic, Mr. George.

The country is peaceful.

It only appears so.

There are still some malcontents

causing trouble.

That Devoy, he's worst of all.

Only last night, he and his men

tried to blow up the new navy depot.

- We learned of it at the last moment.

- And?

He got away.

But he was wounded,

so he won't get very far.

- He won't get away this time.

- Enter.

- Student Beverly is here to see you.

- Tell him to come in.

Sergeant Duffy?

No, sir.

Sergeant Duffy is no more.

You know Duffy?

He was a sergeant in India with me.

Another pigheaded Irishman.

Hi Uncle George.

The headmaster has praised you.

Sit down.

Let me take a look.

You look good.

How do you like it here?

How do you like it here?

I thought so.

How do you get along

with your classmates?

- Fine. Fine. I'm very popular.

- Just as I thought.

Listen, you could do me a favor.

- Never thought I'd see him again.

- Who?

- Beverly.

- But the boy-

I'm not talking about the boy,

but the old man.

- Sir George, his uncle.

- I didn't know he had an uncle.

Here he is. In the middle.

- The guy in India who-

- Yes, that's him.

Eh, Beverly?

What a fine mate you were.

You abandoned your sergeant

with a bullet in his leg.

Even took his water to save your

own precious life.

The leg could have been saved,

the doctor says, but with sepsis-

- That pig should have been shot.

- What do you know?

Fine people like the Beverlys

aren't shot in England.

He got the Victoria Cross for bravery.

What a joke.

Later in England, he got a big job

with the government.

So did you, but not a big one.

You were just a dumb Irishman

willing to fight for England.

Don't start that again. I'm a soldier.

I don't care about politics.

And I'll settle my account

with that gentleman one day.

- Something must have happened.

- Those are our men.

- Robert Devoy.

- He was wounded yesterday. He has to hide.

Quick, come in.

- Is it bad?

- It's all right.

He's lost a lot of blood.

I won't give up.

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