The prize was to slip from our grasp.
Then suddenly out sprang the Major,
His face lighted over with bliss—
“Pass the word there for Lance-Private Wilson;
He’ll find us a way out of this!”
(If there’s one thing I hate, it is skiting,[14]
When I hear it I always feel sore,
So you won’t think I boast when I tell you
He ought to have done it before!)
And a great cheer arose as I faced him