Publisher's Synopsis
He slipped his boot, and with the naked toe just touched the trigger of his Martini. Ortherismisunderstood the movement, and the next instant the Irishman's rifle was dashed aside, whileOrtheris stood before him, his eyes blazing with reproof.'You!' said Ortheris. 'My Gawd, you! If it was you, wot would we do?''Kape quiet, little man, ' said Mulvaney, putting him aside, but very gently; ''tis not me, nor will utbe me whoile Dinah Shadd's here. I was but showin' something.'Learoyd, bowed on his bedstead, groaned, and the gentleman-ranker sighed in his sleep. Ortheristook Mulvaney's tendered pouch, and we three smoked gravely for a space while the dust-devilsdanced on the glacis and scoured the red-hot plain.'Pop?' said Ortheris, wiping his forehead.'Don't tantalise wid talkin' av dhrink, or I'll shtuff you into your own breech-block an'-fire youoff!' grunted Mulvaney.Ortheris chuckled, and from a niche in the veranda produced six bottles of gingerade
