The Winds of the World by Talbot Mundy
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happens," called Warrington.
The whip swished, the horse shot forward, and they were off again as if they would catch up with the hurrying seconds. People scattered to the right and left in front of them; a constable at a street crossing blew his whistle frantically; once the horse slipped in a deep puddle, and all but came to earth; but they reached the club without mishap and drove up the winding drive at a speed more in keeping with convention. "Oh, hallo, Kirby! Glad you've come!" said a voice. "Evening, sir!" Kirby descended, almost into the arms of a general in evening dress. They walked into the club together, leaving the adjutant wondering what to do. He decided to follow them at a decent distance, still humming and looking happy enough for six men. "You'll be among the first," said the general. "Are you ready, Kirby --absolutely ready?" "Yes," "The wires are working to the limit. It isn't settled yet whether troops go from here via Canada or the Red Sea--probably won't be until the Navy's had a chance to clear the road. All that's known-- yet--is that Belgium's invaded, and that every living man Jack who can be hurried to the front in time to keep the Germans out of Paris will be sent. Hold yourself ready to entrain any minute, Kirby." |
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