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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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