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THE FOUNDRY

the edges of a bit of silk, caught in a net of light. He comes down slowly. The great beam circles, bumping against a little cluster of clouds. Through it, flashing electric lights, passes a Hurricane, roaring. Another siren sounds, miles away. Then our own siren, fifty feet from us, revolves and fills the world with a terrific whoop of triumph, so loud that you cannot hear it, but feel it in your bones.
We smile as we go back. It couldn't have worked out better if the Commandant had arranged it. In that little half-hour, we have begun to feel like soldiers.
" . .. Seventeen stitches over one of 'is eyes," Bates is saying. "Oi tell yow, seventeen stitches."
" Sleep and refresh your pretty little selves," says Sergeant Nelson. "Because to-morrow I'm really going to start in on you. Definitely, I'm going to chase you to-morrow. I got a liver. And when I got a liver I'd tear my own grandmother's tripes out and trample 'hem underfoot. I'd definitely do all that and much more. Woho, am I going to chase you to-morrow! Any idle man here can make his last lousy little will and testament. Any chancer can go to the Ablutions and cut his scraggy little throat from ear to ear into a washbasin. Sleep ! It's an order ! Hi-de-Hi!"
We roar at the top of our voices: "HO-DE-HO !"
We have suddenly become cheerful. We are getting the hang of things.

Quickly but smoothly, week after week, Sergeant Nelson drives his stuff into us; tireless, patient, with legs of steel and a throat of brass. Step by step he teaches us to march and drill. Slap by slap he instructs

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