I knowed it 'ud come to this, and I said it.

Eh?
Didn't I, now, Paul ?' And as the old man spoke, the workings of his lungs pumped great jets of blood out over the still heather- flowers as they slept in the moonshine, and dabbled them with smoking gore.
'Here, men,' shouted the colonel, 'up with him at once, and home! Here, put a brace of your guns together, muzzle and lock.

Help him to sit on them, Lancelot.

There, Harry, put your arms round their necks.

Tregarva, hold him up behind.