Servants of the Guns

g just received a severe punishment for the heinous crime of ill-treating a horse, in spite of his plausible

, "is everything in this 'ere b

nly quite wonderful, and Snatty was undoubtedly a "waster." His death or his desert

ions of canteen beer. In person he was small and rather shrivelled looking-old for his age unquestionably. A nervous manner and a slight stammer in the presence of his superiors, combined with a shifty eye at all times, served to enhance the unpleasing effect which he produced on all who knew him. There was but one thing to be said for him-he could ride. Before enlisting he had been in a training stable, but had been dismissed for drink or worse. On foot he l

moned before his section officer, one Briddlington by nam

so far, and this is your last chance. If you d

ice, and then fixed his gaze on some d

r," he sai

the wheel of A subsection gun team to-day, and have those two remounts to drive. I shall give you a fort

int, but this time there was a trace of s

tful: "'E's put me there to make a fool of me, I s'pose. All right, I'll show 'im up. I can drive as well as any of them." Then he experienced a feeling of pleasurable anticipation. As it so happened he detested the driver whose place he was to take, and he looked forward with satisfaction to witnessing the fury of that worthy when ordered to "hand over" to the des

unnoticed. Barrack-room invective does not take the form of delicate sarcasm: on the contrary, it is coarse and directly to the point. The culpri

in' you a proper chok

ad waited very patiently had

ear that 'e 'as given me your 'orses and the w

himself as he led his new horses out to water and watched his red-headed enemy, deprived of his legitimate oc