"A shadow?
Rot! You waste another cartridge so, and I'll take your gun away.

Remember that!" Nesbit's voice clipped out some pert objection.
"Potted the beggar, any'ow--see for yourself--go-down 's afire." "Saves us the trouble of burning it." The other voice moved away, with a parting rebuke.

"No more of that, sniping and squandering.

Wait till they rush you." Rudolph lifted his head from the dust.
"Maurice!" he called feebly.

"Maurice, let me in!" "Hallo!" answered his captain on the wall, blithely.