Aside From that, we aren't likely to be much affected
by his coming. Did Miss Dent tell any other news?"
"As it happens, Miss Dent didn't tell me this."
"Who, then?"
"Captain Frazer, himself," Weldon answered, with a quiet relish of
his own victory. "He sends messages and all that to you." Then he
added, "And who else do you think is coming?"
"With him?"
"Yes."
Carew shook his head.
"I've no idea, unless Lord Kitchener is about to pay us a visit.
There were rumors of it, a week or so ago."
"Guess again. It's a mightier than Lord Kitchener, this time."
"Can't be."
Weldon laughed. "It is, for it is a man trained to two weapons, who
has beaten his kettles into a helmet and his pepper-pot into a
cartridge-box."
"Paddy?"
"Yes, Paddy. The Captain writes that he is thirsting for gore and
glory, and that he has learned to ride anything from a clotheshorse
to a nightmare."
Carew laughed.
"Paddy all over. He never could take things as they came."
"Except Parrott's horse," Weldon suggested.
"How did he get out of that scrape?"
"Went out. There was talk of official vengeance; but Paddy vanished,
that same night.
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