Like Jakin he feared not God, neither regarded he Man, but there are limits even to the audacity of a drummer-boy, and to speak to a Colonel was -But Jakin had slid down the trunk and doubled in the direction of the Colonel. That officer was walking wrapped in thought and visions of a C. B. yes, even a K. C. B., for had he not at command one of the best Regiments of the Line - the Fore and Fit? And he was aware of two small boys charging down upon him. Once before it had been solemnly reported to him that "the Drums were in a state of mutiny," Jakin and Lew being the ringleaders. This looked like an organised conspiracy.
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The boys halted at twenty yards, walked to the regulation four paces, and saluted together, each as well set-up as a ramrod and little taller.
The Colonel was in a genial mood; the boys appeared very forlorn and unprotected on the desolate plain, and one of them was handsome.
"Well!" said the Colonel, recognising them. "Are you going to pull me down in the open? I'm sure I never interfere with you, even though" - he sniffed suspiciously - "you have been smoking."It was time to strike while the iron was hot. Their hearts beat tumultuously.
"Beg y' pardon, Sir," began Jakin. "The Reg'ment's ordered on active service, Sir?""So I believe," said the Colonel courteously.
"Is the Band goin', Sir?" said both together. Then, without pause, "We're goin', Sir, ain't we?""You!" said the Colonel, stepping back the more fully to take in the two small figures. "You! You'd die in the first march.""No, we wouldn't, Sir. We can march with the Reg'ment anywheres -p'rade an' anywhere else," said Jakin.
"If Tom Kidd goes 'e'll shut up like a clasp-knife," said Lew.
"Tom 'as very-close veins in both 'is legs, Sir.""Very how much?"
"Very-close veins, Sir. That's why they swells after long p'rade, Sir. If 'e can go, we can go, Sir."Again the Colonel looked at them long and intently.
"Yes, the Band is going," he said as gravely as though he had been addressing a brother officer. "Have you any parents, either of you two?""No, Sir," rejoicingly from Lew and Jakin. "We're both orphans, Sir. There's no one to be considered of on our account, Sir.""You poor little sprats, and you want to go up to the Front with the Regiment, do you? Why?""I've wore the Queen's Uniform for two years," said Jakin. "It's very 'ard, Sir, that a man don't get no recompense for doin' of 'is dooty, Sir.""An'- an' if I don't go, Sir," interrupted Lew, "the Bandmaster 'e says 'e'll catch an' make a bloo - a blessed musician o' me, Sir.
Before I've seen any service, Sir."
The Colonel made no answer for a long time. Then he said quietly:
"If you're passed by the Doctor I dare say you can go. I shouldn't smoke if I were you."The boys saluted and disappeared. The Colonel walked home and told the story to his wife, who nearly cried over it. The Colonel was well pleased. If that was the temper of the children, what would not the men do?
Jakin and Lew entered the boys' barrack-room with great stateliness, and refused to hold any conversation with their comrades for at least ten minutes. Then, bursting with pride, Jakin drawled: "I've bin intervooin' the Colonel. Good old beggar is the Colonel. Says I to 'im, 'Colonel,' says I, 'let me go to the Front, along o' the Reg'ment. - 'To the Front you shall go,'
says 'e, 'an' I only wish there was more like you among the dirty little devils that bang the bloomin' drums.' Kidd, if you throw your 'courtrements at me for tellin' you the truth to your own advantage, your legs'll swell."None the less there was a Battle-Royal in the barrack-room, for the boys were consumed with envy and hate, and neither Jakin nor Lew behaved in conciliatory wise.
"I'm goin' out to say adoo to my girl," said Lew, to cap the climax. "Don't none o' you touch my kit because it's wanted for active service; me bein' specially invited to go by the Colonel."He strolled forth and whistled in the clump of trees at the back of the Married Quarters till Cris came to him, and, the preliminary kisses being given and taken, Lew began to explain the situation.
"I'm goin' to the Front with the Reg'ment," he said valiantly.
"Piggy, you're a little liar," said Cris, but her heart misgave her, for Lew was not in the habit of lying.
"Liar yourself, Cris," said Lew, slipping an arm round her. "I'm goin'. When the Reg'ment marches out you'll see me with 'em, all galliant and gay. Give us another kiss, Cris, on the strength of it.""If you'd on'y a-stayed at the Depot - where you ought to ha' bin - you could get as many of 'em as - as you dam please," whimpered Cris, putting up her mouth.
"It's 'ard, Cris. I grant you it's 'ard, But what's a man to do?
If I'd a-stayed at the Depot, you wouldn't think anything of me.""Like as not, but I'd 'ave you with me, Piggy. An' all the thinkin' in the world isn't like kissin'.""An' all the kissin' in the world isn't like 'avin' a medal to wear on the front o' your coat.""You won't get no medal."
"Oh, yus, I shall though. Me an' Jakin are the only acting-drummers that'll be took along. All the rest is full men, an'
we'll get our medals with them."
"They might ha' taken anybody but you, Piggy. You'll get killed -you're so venturesome. Stay with me, Piggy darlin', down at the Depot, an' I'll love you true, for ever.""Ain't you goin' to do that now, Cris? You said you was.""0' course I am, but th' other's more comfortable. Wait till you've growed a bit, Piggy. You aren't no taller than me now.""I've bin in the Army for two years, an' I'm not goin' to get out of a chanst o' seein' service, an' don't you try to make me do so.
I'll come back, Cris, an' when I take on as a man I'll marry you -marry you when I'm a Lance."
"Promise, Piggy."
Lew reflected on the future as arranged by Jakin a short time previously, but Cris's mouth was very near to his own.
"I promise, s'elp me Gawd!" said he.
Cris slid an arm round his neck.
"I won't 'old you back no more, Piggy. Go away an' get your medal, an' I'll make you a new button-bag as nice as I know how," she whispered.
