All in It : K(1) Carries On - A Continuation of the First Hundred Thousand by Ian Hay
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simultaneously, he turns his back upon the fluttering flag, and bends
low over his field message-pad. Private Wamphray stands facing him, and solemnly spells out the message over his head. "Tae g-o-c--I dinna ken what that means--r-e-d, _reid_--a-r-m-y, _airmy_--h-a-z--" "All richt; that'll be Haslemere," says Private M'Micking, scribbling down the word. "Go on, Sandy!" Private Wamphray, pausing to expectorate, continues-- "R-e-c-o-n-n-o-i-t-r--Cricky, what a worrd! Let's hae it repeatit." Wamphray flaps his flag vigorously,--he knows this particular signal only too well,--and the word comes through again. The distant signaller, slowing down a little, continues,-- "'Reconnoitring patrol reports hostile cavalry scou--'" "That'll be 'scouts,'" says the ever-ready M'Micking. "Carry on!" Wamphray continues obediently,--"'Country'; stop; 'Have thrown out flank guns'; stop; 'Shall I advance or re--'" "--tire," gabbles M'Micking, writing it down. "--'where I am'; stop; 'From O C Advance Guard'; stop; message ends." "And aboot time, too!" observes the scribe severely. "Haw, Johnny!" |
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