Part 10 (1/2)

”I know you don't. I'm not talking to you. You don't know what blood is.”

”We do,” said the bullocks. ”It is red stuff that soaks into the ground and smells.”

The troop-horse gave a kick and a bound and a snort.

”Don't talk of it,” he said. ”I can smell it now, just thinking of it. It makes me want to run-when I haven't d.i.c.k on my back.”

”But it is not here,” said the camel and the bullocks. ”Why are you so stupid?”

”It's vile stuff,” said Billy. ”I don't want to run, but I don't want to talk about it.”

”There you are!” said Two Tails, waving his tail to explain.

”Surely. Yes, we have been here all night,” said the bullocks.

Two Tails stamped his foot till the iron ring on it jingled. ”Oh, I'm not talking to you. you. You can't see inside your heads.” You can't see inside your heads.”

”No. We see out of our four eyes,” said the bullocks. ”We see straight in front of us.”

”If I could do that and nothing else you wouldn't be needed to pull the big guns at all. If I was like my captain-he can see things inside his head before the firing begins, and he shakes all over, but he knows too much to run away-if I was like him I could pull the guns. But if I were as wise as all that I should never be here. I should be a king in the forest, as I used to be, sleeping half the day and bathing when I liked. I haven't had a good bath for a month.”

”That's all very fine,” said Billy; ”but giving a thing a long name doesn't make it any better.”

”H's.h.!.+” said the troop-horse. ”I think I understand what Two Tails means.”

”You'll understand better in a minute,” said Two Tails angrily. ”Now, just you explain to me why you don't like this!” this!”

He began trumpeting furiously at the top of his trumpet.

”Stop that!” said Billy and the troop-horse together, and I could hear them stamp and s.h.i.+ver. An elephant's trumpeting is always nasty, especially on a dark night.

”I sha'n't stop,” said Two Tails. ”Won't you explain that, please? Hhrrmph! Rrrt! Rrrmph! Rrrhha!” Hhrrmph! Rrrt! Rrrmph! Rrrhha!” Then he stopped suddenly, and I heard a little whimper in the dark, and knew that Vixen had found me at last. She knew as well as I did that if there is one thing in the world the elephant is more afraid of than another it is a little barking dog; so she stopped to bully Two Tails in his pickets, and yapped round his big feet. Two Tails shuffled and squeaked. ”Go away, little dog!” he said. ”Don't snuff at my ankles, or I'll kick at you. Good little dog-nice little doggie, then! Go home, you yelping little beast! Oh, why doesn't some one take her away? She'll bite me in a minute.” Then he stopped suddenly, and I heard a little whimper in the dark, and knew that Vixen had found me at last. She knew as well as I did that if there is one thing in the world the elephant is more afraid of than another it is a little barking dog; so she stopped to bully Two Tails in his pickets, and yapped round his big feet. Two Tails shuffled and squeaked. ”Go away, little dog!” he said. ”Don't snuff at my ankles, or I'll kick at you. Good little dog-nice little doggie, then! Go home, you yelping little beast! Oh, why doesn't some one take her away? She'll bite me in a minute.”

”Seems to me,” said Billy to the troop-horse, ”that our friend Two Tails is afraid of most things. Now, if I had a full meal for every dog I've kicked across the parade-ground, I should be as fat as Two Tails nearly.”

I whistled, and Vixen ran up to me, muddy all over, and licked my nose, and told me a long tale about hunting for me all through the camp. I never let her know that I understood beast talk, or she would have taken all sorts of liberties. So I b.u.t.toned her into the breast of my overcoat, and Two Tails shuffled and stamped and growled to himself.

”Extraordinary! Most extraordinary!” he said. ”It runs in our family. Now, where has that nasty little beast gone to?”

I heard him feeling about with his trunk.

”We all seem to be affected in various ways,” he went on, blowing his nose. ”Now, you gentlemen were alarmed, I believe, when I trumpeted.”

”Not alarmed, exactly,” said the troop-horse, ”but it made me feel as though I had hornets where my saddle ought to be. Don't begin again.”

”I'm frightened of a little dog, and the camel here is frightened by bad dreams in the night.”

”It is very lucky for us that we haven't all got to fight in the same way,” said the troop-horse.

”What I want to know,” said the young mule, who had been quiet for a long time-”what I I want to know is, why we have to fight at all.” want to know is, why we have to fight at all.”

”Because we are told to,” said the troop-horse, with a snort of contempt.

”Orders,” said Billy the mule; and his teeth snapped.

”Hukm hai!” (It is an order), said the camel with a gurgle; and Two Tails and the bullocks repeated, (It is an order), said the camel with a gurgle; and Two Tails and the bullocks repeated, ”Hukm hai!” ”Hukm hai!”

”Yes, but who gives the orders?” said the recruit-mule.

”The man who walks at your head-Or sits on your back-Or holds the nose-rope-Or twists your tail,” said Billy and the troop-horse and the camel and the bullocks one after the other.

”But who gives them the orders?”

”Now you want to know too much, young 'un,” said Billy, ”and that is one way of getting kicked. All you have to do is to obey the man at your head and ask no questions.”

”He's quite right,” said Two Tails. ”I can't always obey, because I'm betwixt and between; but Billy's right. Obey the man next to you who gives the order, or you'll stop all the battery, besides getting a thras.h.i.+ng.”

The gun-bullocks got up to go. ”Morning is coming,” they said. ”We will go back to our lines. It is true that we see only out of our eyes, and we are not very clever; but still, we are the only people to-night who have not been afraid. Good night, you brave people.”

n.o.body answered, and the troop-horse said, to change the conversation, ”Where's that little dog? A dog means a man somewhere near.”

”Here I am,” yapped Vixen, ”under the gun-tail with my man. You big, blundering beast of a camel you, you upset our tent. My man's very angry.”

”Phew!” said the bullocks. ”He must be white?”

”Of course he is,” said Vixen. ”Do you suppose I'm looked after by a black bullock-driver?”

”Huah! Ouach! Ugh!” said the bullocks. ”Let us get away quickly.” said the bullocks. ”Let us get away quickly.”

They plunged forward in the mud, and managed somehow to run their yoke on the pole of an ammunition-wagon, where it jammed.

”Now you have have done it,” said Billy calmly. ”Don't struggle. You're hung up till daylight. What on earth's the matter?” done it,” said Billy calmly. ”Don't struggle. You're hung up till daylight. What on earth's the matter?”

The bullocks went off into the long hissing snorts that Indian cattle give, and pushed and crowded and slued and stamped and slipped and nearly fell down in the mud, grunting savagely.

”You'll break your necks in a minute,” said the troop-horse. ”What's the matter with white men? I live with 'em.”

”They-eat-us! Pull!” said the near bullock: the yoke snapped with a tw.a.n.g, and they lumbered off together.

I never knew before what made Indian cattle so afraid of Englishmen. We eat beef-a thing that no cattle-driver touches-and of course the cattle do not like it.

”May I be flogged with my own pad-chains! Who'd have thought of two big lumps like those losing their heads?” said Billy.

”Never mind. I'm going to look at this man. Most of the white men, I know, have things in their pockets,” said the troop-horse.