The Long Shout

There were two or more shouts raised together, if one might judge from a confusion in the sound to this effect. The sergeant and the nearest men were speaking under their breath when joe and i came up. After another moment's listening, joe agreed, and mister wopsle, who was a bad judge, agreed. So we slanted to the right where the east was, and joe pounded away so wonderfully that i had to hold on tight to keep my seat. It was a run indeed. He spoke all the time, a winder down banks and up banks and over gates and splashing into dikes and breaking among coarse rushes. No man cared where he went

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