Arrmy!"

'That bhoy blew like a typhoon, an' the Tyrone an' we opined out as
the Paythans broke, an' I saw that fwhat had gone before wud be kissin'
an' huggin' to fwhat was to come. We'd dhruv thim into a broad part
av the gut whin they gave, an' thin we opined out an' fair danced down
the valley, dhrivin' thim before us. Oh, 'twas lovely, an' stiddy,
too! There was the Sargints on the flanks av what was left av us,
kapin' touch, an' the fire was runnin' from flank to flank, an' the
Paythans was dhroppin'. We opined out wid the widenin' av the valley,
an' whin the valley narrowed we closed again like the shticks on a
lady's fan, an' at the far ind av the gut where they thried to stand,
we fair blew them off their feet, for we had expinded very little
ammunition by reason av the knife work.'

'Hi used thirty rounds goin' down that valley,' said Ortheris, 'an'
it was gentleman's work. Might 'a' done it in a white 'andkerchief an'
pink silk stockin's, that part. Hi was on in that piece.'

'You could ha' heard the Tyrone yellin' a mile away,' said Mulvaney,
'an' 'twas all their Sargints cud do to get thim off. They was
mad--mad--mad! Crook sits down in the quiet that fell whin we had gone
down the valley, an' covers his face wid his hands. Prisintly we all
came back again accordin' to our natures and disposishins, for they,
mark you, show through the hide av a man in that hour.

'"Bhoys! bhoys!" sez Crook to himself. "I misdoubt we could ha' engaged
at long range an' saved betther men than me." He looked at our dead
an' said no more.