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The Lost Prince | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
IV The Rat |
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The Rat himself sat up straight on his platform. There was actually something military in the bearing of his lean body. His voice lost its squeak and its sharpness became commanding. He put the dozen lads through the drill as if he had been a smart young officer. And the drill itself was prompt and smart enough to have done credit to practiced soldiers in barracks. It made Marco involuntarily stand very straight himself, and watch with surprised interest. ``That's good!'' he exclaimed when it was at an end. ``How did you learn that?'' The Rat made a savage gesture. ``If I'd had legs to stand on, I'd have been a soldier!'' he said. ``I'd have enlisted in any regiment that would take me. I don't care for anything else.'' Suddenly his face changed, and he shouted a command to his followers. ``Turn your backs!'' he ordered. And they did turn their backs and looked through the railings of the old churchyard. Marco saw that they were obeying an order which was not new to them. The Rat had thrown his arm up over his eyes and covered them. He held it there for several moments, as if he did not want to be seen. Marco turned his back as the rest had done. All at once he understood that, though The Rat was not crying, yet he was feeling something which another boy would possibly have broken down under. ``All right!'' he shouted presently, and dropped his ragged-sleeved arm and sat up straight again. ``I want to go to war!'' he said hoarsely. ``I want to fight! I want to lead a lot of men into battle! And I haven't got any legs. Sometimes it takes the pluck out of me.'' |
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