"Slipp'd out of his chair … layin on the ground … all anyhow … no legs and all.
"'Ullo, Sailor!' says the Genelman. 'Ow are ye?'
"'I'm done, sir,' says pore old Pipes, smotherified. He were layin on his face.
"'Done, be d'd!' says the Genelman, and whips round sudden with his sword.
"Course they run,—curs!
"Round he come again, quick as light, catches old Piper under the arm-pits, and pops him in his chair.
"'Run him in, Soldier!' says he. 'Sharp's the word. I'll keep em off.'
"So I run him in best I could. I weren't stiff yet, so every twitch tears you."
"'Don't bother about me,' says old Pipes. 'Back to the door, Knapp.
They're all on to him.'
"Back I obbles all I knoo…. Ah, I'll never forget it."