Gil the Gunner Part 9

"Oh, you're our new fire-eater," he said, in a bantering tone. "I heard you had come while I was away. How are you? Sit down and have a cigar.

Here, hi!"

He clapped his hands, and a grave-looking native in white entered, salaamed, and said softly--

"Sahib?"

"Mix two cool drinks, and put in plenty of ice. Look sharp!"

"Don't order anything for me," I said, as the man bowed and left the room.

"Don't object to my having one, do you?" was said sneeringly, as I sat down; and then the officer laughed. "Take a cigar."

"Thank you. I don't smoke."

"Don't drink--don't smoke? Ah, well, I dare say we can teach you before we've done. Well, how do you like Rambagh?"

"I haven't been here long enough to tell yet. It is very hot."

"Pooh! this is nothing. Ninety. Wait a bit, and we'll give it to you up to twenty."

"No, that's too cold," I said, laughing.

"Is it? Wait till you try."

"Oh, you mean a hundred and twenty."

"I do. You will not be so ready to use a lot of words when one will do, after you've been here a while."

"I suppose it does make you languid."

"Yes, and you can't get a thing done by the lazy hounds you have for servants. The more you keep, the less there is done. I had to thrash my new syce this morning to bring him to his senses."

"Yes, I heard you," I said. "Are you allowed to knock people about like that?"

He opened his eyes, and then squeezed them up again, as he stared at me wonderingly.

"Allowed? Who's to prevent it?"

"I don't know," I said. "I'm new to the place."

Just then the native servant brought in two gla.s.ses of some cool-looking drink, and handed them to his master.

"Now, idiot! how often am I to tell you to go to the visitors first?"

"Ask pardon, master," said the man; and he brought the bra.s.s tray to me, but the lieutenant took his own first.

"Health," he said shortly, and half drained his gla.s.s. I sipped mine, and set it down as the man left the room.

"Let's see; you came over with Brace, didn't you?"

"Yes; in the _Jumna_. He advised me to call and see you this morning, as you were out when we came."

"Much obliged to him. Fond of shooting?"

"I dare say I should be. I have had no opportunity so far."

"Fis.h.i.+ng, then?"

"Oh yes. I have had a little trout and bottom fis.h.i.+ng."

"Ah! we can give you some mahseer fis.h.i.+ng here. Trying after big ones that can pull you in."

"Thank you. I shall be very glad."

"But you will not have much time yet. Nice grind you've got before you to master your drill."

"Yes, I suppose so," I replied.

"Don't drink, don't smoke, and I suppose you can't ride?"

"Yes, I can ride," I said quickly.

"I suppose so--in a riding-school. Wait till you are going at full gallop over the plain, with six or eight guns b.u.mping and jumping after you; you'll find out then whether you can ride. Well, how do you like Brace?"

The question startled me.

"I--I hardly know yet," I said.

"With him long enough, anyhow!"

"I thought him very gentlemanly and kind."

"Bah! You don't want a man to be gentlemanly and kind. You have got to learn to be a soldier--an artilleryman, not a molly. But, there, don't you be uneasy about that. I'll see that you are not spoiled. Got your servants yet?"

"No; there is nothing settled. I have only just come."

"No horses, I suppose?"

"No. Captain Brace said he would help me to get a couple."

"Hum! Deal he knows about horses. Better let me buy them for you. I know just the thing for you: plenty of speed, showy, and grand action-- sort of a charger that wouldn't do for me. Not up to my weight, but it would carry you splendidly. Brace always was the worst mounted man in the brigade. Better try a cigar."

I declined again, and sat chatting to my brother-officer till I thought I had been with him long enough, when I rose to go.

"What! off already?" he said. "Oh, well, if you can't stay. But you haven't swallowed your drink."

I declined that too, feeling that he must be looking down upon me with the most utter contempt; but he said nothing till I had shaken hands.