“Begyourpardon，Sir。”saidtheBand-Sergeant，“buttheskeletoniswithme，an’I’llreturnitifyou’llpaythecarriageintotheCivilLinesThere’sacoffinwithit，Sir。”
Hogan-YalesmiledandhandedtworupeestotheBand-Sergeant，saying：——“Writethedateontheskull，willyou？”
Ifyoudoubtthisstory，andknowwheretogo，youcanseethedateontheskeletonButdon’tmentionthemattertotheWhiteHussars。
Ihappentoknowsomethingaboutit，becauseIpreparedtheDrum-
HorseforhisresurrectionHedidnottakekindlytotheskeletonatall。