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Not that Ormond isn't plucky.

That's all that keeps the boys from hating him." "_Is_ he plucky ?" Hallam said; "We were on picket duty for three days last week.

The Colonel had become sick of their popping at us, and asked for twelve carbines to the troop.

On the way to the outposts the ammunition waggon was rushed by the Johnnies, and, as our escort had only their lances, they started to scatter--would have scattered, I understand, in spite of the sergeant if that man Ormond hadn't ridden bang into them, cursing and swearing and waving his pistol in his left hand.
"'By God!' he said, 'it's the first chance you've had to use these damned lances! Are you going to run away ?' "And the sergeant and the trooper Burgess and this fellow Ormond got 'em into line and started 'em down the road at a gallop; and the rebs legged it." Ailsa's heart beat hard.
"I call that pluck," said Hallam, "a dozen lancers without a carbine among them running at a company of infantry.