The third is Mulledwiney, swinging a cut-glass decanter of sherry which he has just snatched from the table of his colonel.

Mulledwiney and Otherwise will play the engine upon Bleareyed, who is suffering from heat apoplexy and djim-djams." The three soldiers seated themselves in the pool.
"They are going to tell awful war stories now," said the Moo Kow, "stories that are large and strong! Some people are shocked--others like 'em." Then he that was called Mulledwiney told a story.

In the middle of it Miaow got up from the limb of the tree, coughed slightly, and put her paw delicately over her mouth.

"You must excuse me," she said faintly.
"I am taken this way sometimes--and I have left my salts at home.
Thanks! I can get down myself!" The next moment she had disappeared, but was heard coughing in the distance.
Mulledwiney winked at his companions and continued his story:-- "Wid that we wor in the thick av the foight.

Whin I say 'thick' I mane it, sorr! We wor that jammed together, divil a bit cud we shoot or cut! At fur-rest, I had lashed two mushkits together wid the baynits out so, like a hay fork, and getting the haymaker's lift on thim, I just lifted two Paythians out--one an aych baynit--and passed 'em, aisy-like, over me head to the rear rank for them to finish.