and be drawing a bead upon him at that moment from the low-browed crypt, the receptacle of empty bottles and broken crockery. No, there was nothing to be done but to bring away (if it were still possible) his shattered and demoralised forces.
'Huish,' he said, 'come along.'
''S lose my ciga',' said Huish, reaching vaguely forward.
The captain let out a rasping oath. 'Come right along here,' said he.
''S all righ'. Sleep here 'th Atty-Attwa. Go boar' t'morr',' replied the festive one.
'If you don't come, and come now, by the living God, I'll shoot you!' cried the captain.
It is not to be supposed that the sense of these words in any way penetrated to the mind of Hulsh; rather that, in a fresh attempt upon the cigar, he over-balanced himself and came flying erratically forward: a course which brought him within reach of Davis.
'Now you walk straight,' said the captain, clutching him, 'or I'll know why not!'
''S lose my ciga',' replied Huish.
The captain's contained fury blazed up for a moment. He twisted Huish round, grasped him by the neck of the coat, ran him in front
