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Colonel to whip me on the
peg in that way! Me that have saved the repitation av a ten times better
man than him! 'Twas ne-farious--an' that manes a power av evil!'
'Never mind the nefariousness,' I said. 'Whose reputation did you save?'
'More's the pity, 'twasn't my own, but I tuk more trouble wid ut than av
ut was. 'Twas just my way, messin' wid fwhat was no business av mine.
Hear now!' He settled himself at ease on the top of the carriage. 'I'll tell
you all about ut. Av coorse I will name no names, for there's wan that's
an orf'cer's lady now, that was in ut, and no more will I name places,
for a man is thracked by a place.'
'Eyah!' said Ortheris lazily, 'but this is a mixed story wot's comin'.'
'Wanst upon a time, as the childer-books say, I was a recruity.'
'Was you though?' said Ortheris; 'now that's extry-ordinary!'
'Orth'ris,' said Mulvaney, 'av you opin thim lips av yours again, I will,
savin' your presince, Sorr, take you by the slack av your trousers an'
heave you.'
'I'm mum,' said Ortheris. 'Wot 'appened when you was a recruity?'

'I was a betther recruity than you iver was or will be, but that's neither
here nor there. Thin I became a man, an' the divil of a man I was fifteen
years ago. They called me Buck Mulvaney in thim days, an', begad, I
tuk a woman's eye. I did that! Ortheris, ye scrub, fwhat are ye sniggerin'
at? Do you misdoubt me?'
'Devil a doubt!' said Ortheris; 'but I've 'eard summat like that before!'
Mulvaney dismissed the impertinence with a lofty wave of his hand
and continued--
'An' the orf'cers av the rig'mint I was in in thim days was orf'cers--gran'
men, wid a manner on 'em, an' a way wid 'em such as is not made these
days--all but wan--wan o' the capt'ns. A bad dhrill, a wake voice, an' a
limp leg--thim three things are the signs av a bad man. You bear that in
your mind, Orth'ris, me son.
'An' the Colonel av the rig'mint had a daughter--wan av thim lamblike,
bleatin', pick-me-up-an'-carry-me-or-I'll-die gurls such as was made for
the natural prey av men like the Capt'n, who was iverlastin' payin' coort
to her, though the Colonel he said time an' over, "Kape out av the
brute's way, my dear." But he niver had the heart for to send her away
from the throuble, bein' as he was a widower, an' she their wan child.'
'Stop a minute, Mulvaney,' said I; 'how in the world did you come to
know these things?'
'How did I come?' said Mulvaney, with a scornful grunt; 'bekase I'm
turned durin' the Quane's pleasure to a lump av wood, lookin' out
straight forninst me, wid a--a--candelabbrum in my hand, for you to
pick your cards out av, must I not see nor feel? Av coorse I du! Up my
back, an' in my boots, an' in the short hair av the neck--that's where I
kape my eyes whin I'm on duty an' the reg'lar wans are fixed. Know!
Take my word for it, Sorr, ivrything an' a great dale more is known in a
rig'mint; or fwhat wud be the use av a Mess Sargint, or a Sargint's wife
doin' wet-nurse to the Major's baby? To reshume. He was a bad dhrill
was this Capt'n--a rotten bad dhrill--an' whin first I ran me eye over
him, I sez to myself: "My Militia bantam!" I sez, "My cock av a

Gosport dunghill"--'twas from Portsmouth he came to us--"there's
combs to be cut," sez I, "an' by the grace av God,'tis Terence Mulvaney
will cut thim."
'So he wint menowderin', and minanderin', an' blandandherin' roun' an'
about the Colonel's daughter, an' she, poor innocint, lookin' at him like
a Comm'ssariat bullock looks at the Comp'ny cook. He'd a dhirty little
scrub av a black moustache, an' he twisted an' turned ivry wurrd he
used as av he found ut too sweet for to spit out. Eyah! He was a tricky
man an' a liar by natur'. Some are born so. He was wan. I knew he was
over his belt in money borrowed from natives; besides a lot av other
matthers which, in regard for your presince, Sorr, I will oblitherate. A
little av fwhat I knew, the Colonel knew, for he wud have none av him,
an' that, I'm thinkin', by fwhat happened aftherwards, the Capt'n knew.
'Wan day, bein' mortial idle, or they wud never ha' thried ut, the
rig'mint gave amshure theatricals--orf'cers an' orf'cers' ladies. You've
seen the likes time an' agin, Sorr, an' poor fun 'tis for them that sit in the
back row an' stamp wid their boots for the honour av the