On the Umballa platform waited a detachment of officers discussing the latest news from the stricken cantonment, and it was here that Bobby learned the real condition of the Tail Twisters.
You're worth half a dozen of us, Bobby," said Revere in a moment of enthusiasm.
who learned from the regimental chaplain that Bobby was considerably more in request in the hospital tents than the Reverend John Emery.
Bobby received a letter, bore it off to his tent, and, the programme for the next week's Sing-song being satisfactorily disposed of, sat down to answer it.
said Bobby Wick, running the blotter over the half-finished letter.
Bobby set his lips and waited, the water dripping from the hem of his trousers.
But at that time Bobby was reading yet another letter, - he had the most persistent correspondent of any man in camp, - and was even then about to write that the sickness had abated, and in another week at the outside would be gone.
Not going out this journey," gasped Bobby, as he was lifted from the doolie.
He and the Regimental Surgeon fought together with Death for the life of Bobby Wick.
If care of man and desire to live could have done aught, Bobby would have been saved.
Not going out this journey," whispered Bobby Wick gallantly, at the end of the third day.
The desire for life had departed, and Bobby was content to drift away on the easy tide of Death.
Half a mile away, the regimental band was playing the overture to the Sing-song, for the men had been told that Bobby was out of danger.