The Lives of a Bengal Lancer Page #3

Good head, eh? Yeah.

How old is she, Major?

Places, men.

Good morning,

gentlemen.

Good morning, sir.

What's this?

An Afridi Ghazi,

Colonel sahib.

Caught in the quarters

of Capt. Norton, with this.

Anything stolen?

He meant to kill

Capt. Norton.

Said Capt. Norton slept

with his feet toward Mecca.

There are trees,

and we have rope.

What have you got to say?

Oh.

Take him

and hang him to a tree,

and then sew the dead body

in the skin of a pig.

Well, that's what will happen

to him if he tries it again.

You tell him that

and let him go.

He doesn't seem to

like pigs.

If that happened, in heaven

he wouldn't get the 48 maidens

allotted by Allah.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sad.

Capt. Norton.

Yes, sir?

Have you a compass?

Yes, sir.

Change the direction

of your bed.

Yes, sir.

Yes, that's all.

Mr. McGregor.

The two replacements?

Mr. Forsythe,

from the Blues,

Mr. Stone,

from Sandhurst.

From the Blues, eh?

Quite so.

Well, that's

a fashionable regiment.

I am afraid, Mr. Forsythe,

you'll find us different.

We have a reputation

as soldiers,

and we're proud of it.

Mr. Stone.

You've come to us

direct from Sandhurst,

without previous service.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

Yes. Well, you've got

a great deal to learn.

And I trust that you,

and you, too,

Mr. Forsythe,

will measure up

to our requirements.

That's all, gentlemen.

Crusty old...

I'm sorry.

Is it over?

Is that all?

That's all.

Lt. Stone.

Yes, sir?

The Colonel forgot something.

I want you

to take this to him.

Yes, sir.

What's so funny?

You are.

So the rough soldier

has a heart of gold.

Never mind,

it comes out in all of us.

It's the mother instinct.

Is this it, sir?

What?

Where did you

get this?

Mr. McGregor ordered me

to give it to you, sir.

What infernal impudence!

No, uh, not you.

Not-not-not you.

How's, uh,

How- H-How's your mother?

Quite well, sir.

Good, good.

She always

hated the army.

I- I don't understand

why she ever let you

go through Sandhurst.

She had to.

I've kept after her about it

ever since I was so high.

Oh? Wanted to be

a soldier, eh?

We've always been soldiers,

for generations.

Yes.

Still, you're not one yet,

you know?

Yes, sir.

Really, you, uh,

you ought not to be here.

Uh, not on the Frontier.

But I am here, sir.

Yes, but, uh,

don't try to take advantage.

Don't expect

any favoritism.

I don't, sir.

I, uh,

I- I-I'm glad to see you,

of course, and I...

I'm sorry that the situation

makes any sort of,

uh, o-of, uh,

social relation impossible.

And I-I, uh...

No, no, wait! W-wait.

Uh, come back a moment.

You see, uh,

this Frontier,

it's not the same

as home service.

No place for a Cub.

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