ee where that one pitched; it
may have been a wide; and it's very nearly the end of the over again.
Feeling worse, Bunny?"

"No, I've only closed my eyes. Go on talking."

"It was I who let you in for this," he said, at his bandolier again.

"No, I'm glad I came out."

And I believe I still was, in a way; for it WAS rather fine to be
wounded, just then, with the pain growing less; but the sensation was
not to last me many minutes, and I can truthfully say that I have
never felt it since.

"Ah, but you haven't had such a good time as I have!"

"Perhaps not."

Had his voice vibrated, or had I imagined it? Pain-waves and loss of
blood were playing tricks with my senses; now they were quite dull, and
my leg alive and throbbing; now I had no leg at all, but more than all
my ordinary senses in every other part of me. And the devil's
orchestra was playing all the time, and all around me, on every class
of fiendish instrument, which you have been made to hear for yourselves
in every newspaper. Yet all that I heard was Raffles talking.

"I have had a good time, Bunny."

Yes, his voice was sad; but that was all; the vibration must have been
in me.

"I know you have, old chap," said I.

"I am grateful to the General for giving me to-day. It may be the
last. Then I can only say it's been the best--by Jove!"

"What is it?"

And I opened my eyes. His were shining. I can see them now.

"Got him--got the hat! No, I'm hanged if I have; at least he wasn't in
it. The crafty cuss, he must have stuck it up on purpose. Another
over ... scoring's slow.... I wonder if he's sportsman enough to take
a hint? His hat-trick's foolish. Will he show his face if I show mine?"

I lay with closed ears and eyes. My leg had come to life again, and
the rest of me was numb.

"Bunny!"

His voice sounded higher. He must have been sitting upright.

"Well?"

But it was not well with me; that was all I thought as my lips made the
word.

"It's not only been the best time I ever had, old Bunny, but I'm not
half sure--"

Of what I can but guess; the sentence was not finished, and never could
be in this world.

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