CAPT. M. (Aside.) And this man led at Amdheran after Bagal Deasin went under, and we were all mixed up together, and he came out of the snow dripping like a butcher. (Aloud.) Skittles!
The men can always open out, and you can always pick your way more or less. We haven't the dust to bother us, as the men have, and whoever heard of a horse stepping on a man?
CAPT. G. Never-as long as he can see. But did they open out for poor Errington?
CAPT. M. Oh, this is childish!
CAPT. G. I know it is, worse than that. I don't care. You've ridden Van Loo. Is he the sort of brute to pick his way-'specially when we're coming up in column of troop with any pace on?
CAPT. M. Once in a Blue Moon do we gallop in column of troop, and then only to save time. Aren't three lengths enough for you?
CAPT. G. Yes-quite enough. They just allow for the full development of the smash. I'm talking like a cur, I know: but I tell you that, for the past three months, I've felt every hoof of the squadron in the small of my back every time that I've led.
CAPT. M. But, Gaddy, this is awful!
CAPT. G. Isn't it lovely? Isn't it royal? A Captain of the Pink Hussars watering up his charger before parade like the blasted boozing Colonel of a Black Regiment!
CAPT. M. You never did!
CAPT. G. Once Only. He squelched like a mussuck, and the Troop-Sergeant-Major cocked his eye at me. You know old Haffy's eye. I was afraid to do it again.
CAPT. M. I should think so. That was the best way to rupture old Van Loo's tummy, and make him crumple you up. You knew that.
CAPT. G. I didn't care. It took the edge off him.
CAPT. M. "Took the edge off him"? Gaddy, you-you-you mustn't, you know! Think of the men.
CAPT. G. That's another thing I am afraid of. D'you s'pose they know?
CAPT. M. Let's hope not; but they're deadly quick to spot skirm-little things of that kind. See here, old man, send the Wife Home for the hot weather and come to Kashmir with me. We'll start a boat on the Dal or cross the Rhotang-shoot ibex or loaf-which you please. Only come! You're a bit off your oats and you're talking nonsense. Look at the Colonel-swag-bellied rascal that he is. He has a wife and no end of a bow-window of his own. Can any one of us ride round him-chalkstones and all? I can't, and I think Ican shove a crock along a bit.
CAPT. G. Some men are different. I haven't any nerve. Lord help me, I haven't the nerve! I've taken up a hole and a half to get my knees well under the wallets. I can't help it. I'm so afraid of anything happening to me. On my soul, I ought to be broke in front of the squadron, for cowardice.
CAPT. M. Ugly word, that. I should never have the courage to own up.
CAPT. G. I meant to lie about my reasons when I began, but-I've got out of the habit of lying to you, old man. Jack, you won't?-But I know you won't.
CAPT. M. Of course not. (Half aloud.) The Pinks are paying dearly for their Pride.
CAPT. G. Eb! What-at?
CAPT. M. Don't you know? The men have called Mrs. Gadsby the Pride of the Pink Hussars ever since she came to us.
CAPT. G. 'Tisn't her fault. Don't think that. It's all mine.
CAPT. M. What does she say?
CAPT. G. I haven't exactly put it before her. She's the best little woman in the world, Jack, and all that-but she wouldn't counsel a man to stick to his calling if it came between him and her. At least, I think-CAPT. M. Never mind. Don't tell her what you told me. Go on the Peerage and Landed-Gentry tack.
CAPT. G. She'd see through it. She's five times cleverer than I am.
CAPT. M. (Aside.) Then she'll accept the sacrifice and think a little bit worse of him for the rest of her days.
CAPT. G. (Absentl'y.) I say, do you despise me?
CAPT. M. 'Queer way of putting it. Have you ever been asked that question? Think a minute. What answer used you to give?
