Whether or not honest kind-hearted old Joe Sweetman was a donkey was yet
to be proved, as the reader will ascertain for himself if he will only
have patience to bear with the narrative till the end; but certain it
was that Joe and Tony were not alone in thinking well of Phil.
"He's a likely youngster," the adjutant had more than once remarked to
the colonel, "and he'll make an excellent N.C.O. once he has sufficient
service. He's well educated, and always well-behaved, and with your
permission, Colonel, I will give him a trial in the orderly-room."
"Do just as you like," the latter had answered. "I leave these matters
in your hands; only, if you make him a clerk, do not take him altogether
from his other duties. He might lose his smartness in the ranks, and
what I want is not alone N.C.O.'s who can write well, but men who can be
an example to the others, and, above all, have authority over them.
Keep your eye on the lad, and let me know how he gets on."
"Certainly, sir. I'll see how he performs his duties, and mention the
subject to you another day."
Phil had thus already attracted attention, and a hint to that effect,
passed from the sergeant-major through the colour-sergeant to himself,
encouraged him to persevere in his drill. Not long afterwards the
battalion received orders to proceed to Windsor, and there relieve
another of the Guards regiments. By that time Phil and Tony had
completed their recruits' course, and had taken their places in a
company of the regiment.
"We couldn't ha' been luckier, Phil, could we?" remarked Tony, with a
grunt of satisfaction, as the two stood on the parade-ground waiting for
the bugle to sound the "Fall in". "I said weeks back as I'd stick to
yer through thick and thin, and here we are, yer see, both in the same
company, and always falling-in alongside of one another. But it won't
last long, mate, and don't you go for to try and make believe it will.
I ain't so blind as I can't see that before long you'll wear a
corporal's stripes. All the fellers says the same, and it's bound to be
true."
"I must say I hope it will," Phil replied cheerfully. "It is my aim and
object to become an N.C.O. But we needn't think of parting, Tony.
We'll still be in the same company, and if we don't stand side by side,
we shall be close together in the barrack-room. Besides, you may get
the stripes sooner than I."
"Me, mate? That's a good un! There ain't a chance."
"You never know, Tony; and although it seems far away now, it will come,
especially if you always keep out of trouble, as you have done up to
this."
"Yus, it might," Tony agreed, after a long pause. "Every chap gets a
chance, they say, and I'll see if I can't win them stripes just to show
yer, Phil, that I've stuck to me oath. And it won't be getting into
trouble as will lose 'em for me. I used to be a regular wild un, but
I've given that up months ago; besides, I heerd Sergeant Irving a-saying
only a few days ago that the chap as was quiet was bound to get on.
`What's the good of larking about as some of these idjuts do?' he says.
`Them as drinks is certain to get into trouble, and come before the
colonel, and what good does it do 'em? They loses their chance of
promotion, and they ruins their health. Besides that, they goes down
the quickest when the troops is on active service.'"
"Yes, that is very true, I believe," Phil answered. "But to return to
the stripes. You must win them, Tony, and if only you stick to your
work I am sure you will succeed. Then in the course of time you'll be
made sergeant, and later perhaps become sergeant-major. What a fine
thing it would be! You would have a good pension to look forward to,
and one of these days could end your service while still a young man,
but with the comfortable feeling that you were provided for for life."
"Hum! that's flying away to the skies, mate," Tony chuckled, "but
there's plenty of time to see, and--look up! there goes the bugle."
Both lads fell in with their company, now dressed in all the pride of
bearskins and whitened belts and pouches, and having been duly
inspected, marched stiffly erect out through the barrack-gate, up Sheet
Street, and into the famous old castle.
Many a time did Phil stand motionless by his sentry-box, looking over
the terrace-wall at a scene not to be surpassed in any other quarter of
Her Majesty's wide dominions--the green fields of Berkshire, with old
Father Thames winding hither and thither amongst them, now flowing
placidly along between banks of shimmering corn and grass, and anon
swirling past with a splash and a gurgle which broke up the reflections
of boats and houses brightly mirrored on its surface. Then, sloping his
gun, he would march across in front of the terrace gardens and the
windows of the royal apartments, and, turning his eyes in the opposite
direction, admire the three miles of absolutely straight and undulating
road, lined on either side by its double row of grand old oaks and
beeches, and ending in a green knoll, surmounted by a pile of masonry,
on which is set a large equestrian statue familiarly known as "the
Copper Horse". Away on either side the wide stretches of the park would
attract his attention, while far beyond the town, appeared the faint
blue and reddish band which marks the position of Windsor Forest.
Many times, too, whilst on sentry-go, did he stand as rigid as his own
ramrod, heels close together, and gun at the "present", as the Queen and
the Prince Consort with their children sauntered by. He had even
exchanged words with them, for, attracted by his height, and possibly
persuaded by the pleading of the infant princes, the Prince had stopped
in front of our hero and questioned him as to his age and his parentage.
The remarkable manner in which he had been adopted appealed to their
curiosity, and before long they had learned Phil's story.
When not for guard, Phil and Tony generally managed to find plenty of
occupation in their spare hours. In the winter there were long walks to
be taken, and in the summer there was the river, a never-failing source
of enjoyment, and in those days far less crowded than in this twentieth
century, when excursion trains, bicycles, and tooting steam-launches
have done not a little to mar its pleasant peacefulness. Hard by the
Brocas boats could be obtained, and here a number of soldiers were to be
found every afternoon, idling by the river-side and gazing at the youth
of Eton disporting on the water, or themselves seated in boats sculling
up and down the stream.
Phil and Tony were occupied in this way one hot summer afternoon, and
having sculled up to the Clewer reach, rowed in to the bank, and made
fast there for a while.
"It's mighty hot, young un, ain't it?" remarked Tony, wiping the
perspiration from his forehead. "Phew! it is hot! Why, if we was bound
to row these boats, we'd hate the sight of the river. What do yer say
to a snooze?"
"Just the thing, Tony. It's too hot for any kind of exercise, so let's
tie up and wait an hour; then we can pull up to the lock and down again.
It'll be time for tea then."
Accordingly the two laid in their paddles, and stretching themselves on
the bottom of the boat beneath the shade of an overhanging tree, soon
fell asleep, lulled by the gentle ripple of the water. An hour passed,
and still they slumbered placidly, the wash of a big boat as it slipped
by them failed to rouse them. They heard nothing, and even the hoarse
chuckles of a few comrades on the bank above them did not disturb them.
"What say, Jim? Shall we let 'em go?" grinned one.
"Yes, send 'em along, Tom. It'll be a proper joke to watch 'em when
they wakes up and looks about 'em," was the answer. "Now, shake off
that rope, and pitch it into the boat. So--oh! Gently, man! Shove 'em
off as quiet as if they was babies in a cradle."
It was a huge joke to those upon the bank, but upon the unconscious
occupants of the craft it was wasted. They stirred neither hand nor
eyelid, but, locked firmly in the arms of Morpheus, glided down the
river, totally unmindful of the shouts which followed them and of the
angry "Boat ahead! Where are you coming to? Steer to the left!" which
was hurled at them on more than one occasion. Suddenly a louder shout
awoke Phil, and, sitting up with a start, he stared around, his eyes
wide-open with astonishment, to find that he and Tony were drifting in
midstream past the Brocas, and were already within 50 feet of the
bridge.
"Why, we're adrift!" he exclaimed in a bewildered tone. "Here, Tony,
wake up or we shall be on the bridge!"
"Eh, what!" grunted Tony, rubbing his eyes. "Adrift! What's that row
about?"
The shout which had aroused Phil was repeated at that moment and, taken
up immediately, assumed a perfect roar, in the intervals of which a loud
clattering as of wheels rapidly passing over cobble stones, and the
stamp of horses' hoofs were heard.
"Sounds like a cart or something coming down the street," said Phil.
"Look out, Tony, something's wrong!"
As Phil spoke the clatter of hoofs and wheels became deafening, and
before either could realise what was happening, two maddened horses
dashed on to the bridge, dragging a carriage after them in which a
gentleman was seated. On the back of one of the beasts was a postilion,
and before Phil had time to exclaim, "It's a royal carriage!" the
vehicle had collided with a cart coming in the opposite direction, there
was a crash and a sound of breaking woodwork, and next second rider and
passenger were shot as if from a catapult over the low rail of the
bridge into the water.
"Quick! get your paddle out!" cried Phil, snatching one up and plunging
it into the water.
Tony, now fully awake, sprang up and hastily obeyed, but with such
vigour that he swung the boat round till it lay across the stream. Next
moment, driven by the swirl of the water, it was hurled against a
support of the bridge and capsized immediately.
When Phil rose to the surface a few seconds later, and had shaken the
water from his eyes, he saw the boat shooting bottom-uppermost through
the archway of the bridge, with Tony clinging to it. The stream had
already swept him through, and just in front of him, splashing
helplessly, was the unfortunate postilion, his eyes glaring round in
search of help, and his mouth wide-open as he shouted to the people on
the bank.
"All right! I'll be with you in a moment," cried Phil, striking out in
his direction. A minute later he was by his side, and, grasping him by
the shoulder, supported him till the overturned boat floated past them.
Both clutched it, and hung on for their lives.
"There he is, there's the other!" shouted a crowd of people on the
bridge, and, hearing them, Phil hoisted himself as high as possible and
searched the water carefully. There was a swirl some fifteen feet away,
and two clutching hands suddenly appeared, to be swallowed up an instant
later.
Leaving the boat Phil struck out with all his might, to find nothing
when he reached the spot; but, plunging beneath the surface, he let the
stream sweep him on, and groped with outstretched hands on either side.
Something touched his fingers, and, grasping it he pulled it to him;
holding tightly with both hands he kicked frantically till his head
appeared above the water. Another second and the head of the
unconscious passenger was reclining on his shoulder, and a burst of
hearty cheering was ringing in his ears. Breathless and exhausted after
the struggle, Phil looked round and caught sight of the boat drifting
down to him. Treading water for a few minutes he supported the figure
in his arms, and at last reached out for and obtained a firm hold of the
keel, to which he clung, unable to make another effort, so much was he
fatigued.
But help was at hand. A boat had been hastily pushed off from the
river-bank, and before long all four had been lifted from the water and
carried up the steps on to terra firma. A doctor was hastily summoned,
and meanwhile the gentleman and the postilion were removed to a cottage.
As for Phil, five minutes' rest upon the ground made him feel himself
again. Then, shaking the water from him, and bashfully exchanging
handshakes with the enthusiastic crowd who surrounded him, and would not
be denied, he slipped away with Tony, and, aided by a waterman, righted
the capsized boat and proceeded to bail the water out.
"Come along, let's get out of this, Tony!" he exclaimed fretfully. "I
never came across such a bother, and I hate a fuss like this."
"But you'll stop and give yer name, Phil? They're certain to want it,
'specially as the cove has summat to do with the castle."
"Oh, they can find out later on! Come along and let's get away,"
repeated Phil, in far more terror now than he had been when the boat
upset.
"Wait a minute, my men," suddenly sang out a voice from the bank. "I
want to find out who you are."
Phil reluctantly helped to push the boat alongside, while a gentleman
who he knew had some connection with the castle pushed his way to the
front of the crowd and, coming down the steps, held his hand out towards
him.
"Shake hands, my brave young fellow," he said earnestly. "I never saw a
more gallant deed, and you can have every cause for satisfaction, for
you have saved the life of one of our Queen's most honoured guests.
What is your name?"
"Private Western, sir," answered Phil with flushed cheeks. "Private
Phil Western, Number 1760."
"Then, Western, you can expect to hear from me again. You are a credit
to your regiment, and your officers and all your comrades shall know
what a fine lad you are. Now, I will not detain you. You had better
get off and change your clothes."
"Three cheers for the sodger boy!" a voice in the crowd shouted; and
these were given with a gusto which made Phil's heart flutter, while
Tony stood upright in the boat, looking more pleased and proud than he
had ever done before.
"Shove off!" cried Phil almost angrily. "Shove off, or we shall never
get away." A minute later they were pulling up-stream once more.
"I don't mind guessing them stripes is yours," chuckled Tony over his
shoulder. "Young un, I knewed you'd have 'em soon, but you've won 'em
now, and no one ought to feel prouder of them than you. Mate, Tony
Jenkins is more pleased than if he'd got 'em hisself, and he feels just
like a blessed peacock."
Phil made no reply, for he was still confused after his adventure, but
for all that the thought that now there was some possibility of
promotion elated him. If from this day he was to be known as Corporal
Western he determined that he would do credit to that rank, and make use
of it as a stepping-stone to a higher one. He wondered what the colonel
would say, and was in the middle of imagining himself being thanked by
that officer in the orderly-room when the boat banged against the bank.
"Come along, mate," cried Tony. "We'll get along to barracks and change
these wet togs."
Squeezing the water from their garments they left the boat in charge of
its owner, and made the best of their way to the barracks, where they
were not long in getting into dry clothing.
Already a rumour had reached the soldiers, and soon both were surrounded
by an eager crush.
"What's happened? What have you two chaps been up to?" they asked.
"Oh, an upset in the river, that's all!" said Phil nervously. "Here,
ask Tony, he knows all about it;" and having transferred their
attentions from himself he slipped away, while Tony, seated comfortably
on the end of a bed, calmly filled and lighted his pipe, and, puffing
big clouds into the air, dilated upon the gallant deed performed by his
chum.
"He's a good plucked un, you chaps, as I has good cause to know," he
concluded. "Once he saved me from a bear as was near tearing me to
pieces, and now he's fished a gent out of the river that's staying along
with the Queen. He's made, is Phil Western, and'll get his stripes.
What's more, I'll tell yer now, so as there won't be no mistakes. When
the young un's corporal, we'll all treat him as such. Any chap as
doesn't 'll have to square it up with me. So now yer know what to
expect."
With this final shot Tony pulled hard at his pipe and went off to find
his friend.
Phil had won his stripes without a doubt, but he had yet to go through
the ordeal of receiving them.
The very next day his name was down for commanding officer's orders, and
when he marched into the orderly-room, and stood to attention in front
of the green baize table, there was the colonel looking kindly at him,
while a row of officers, no less interested in the young soldier who had
behaved so gallantly, stood on either side.
"Western, my lad, it is reported to me that you saved two lives from
drowning yesterday," said the colonel. "I have made enquiries about it
and find that you behaved nobly, and have been a credit to this
regiment. I may tell you that your name has already been mentioned as
deserving of promotion, and there is no doubt but that you would have
received your stripes ere long. But now you may feel doubly proud of
them, for you have gained them by an act of bravery, which is seldom the
case unless on active service. From this date you are a full corporal.
Now, my lad, get your stripes put on, for we shall want to see them on
parade."
Motionless, looking straight to his front, Phil listened as if in a
dream. Then he blurted out, "Thank you, sir!" and a second later was
obeying the order, "Right turn! Quick march!"
Outside, by order of the colonel, the tailor was waiting for him, and
within a quarter of an hour Phil was the proud possessor of two stripes
on his right arm, the badge of a full corporal.
"There you are, corporal," said the tailor. "They're fixed on strong,
and I hope they'll never want to be taken off. Stick to 'em, and when
the time comes I'll sew on another with all me heart. Now you'd better
look lively. The `fall in' goes in a few minutes, and I hear there's
something else for you to listen to."
"Something else? Why, what?" asked Phil.
"Well, some message came down from the castle, that's all I know of, but
they're rigging up the platform on the square, so it looks like some
show or other."
Phil groaned dismally, and went to his barrack-room to smarten himself
up, hoping that this new "show" could have nothing to do with himself.
But he was disappointed. The whole battalion fell in, carrying the
colours, and having been duly formed up in review order and inspected,
they stood at ease, wondering what was coming, and looking with curious
eyes at the group of privileged sightseers who had already assembled,
and at the red-carpeted platform which had been placed on the opposite
side of the square.
Suddenly a movement was noticed amidst the crowd outside the gates; they
opened up, and a minute later two royal carriages swept in past the
guard-room.
All eyes were turned towards them, till a hoarse "Battalion, attention.
Royal salute. Present arms!" was given by the colonel, and as one man
the regiment went through the movement, colours and officers' swords
dropped simultaneously, and a royal personage, dressed in full uniform,
was driven up to the centre, where, the carriage having stopped, he
descended, and returned the salute.
Then followed a minute inspection, during which Phil's heart beat
tumultuously against his ribs. Afterwards, with colours in air and the
band playing, the regiment marched past in column--a sight worth going
many miles to see--and finally drew up in quarter column and faced
inwards towards the platform.
"Corporal Western!" the colonel cried.
Phil started and flushed crimson. Then, recovering his composure, he
stepped from the ranks, and, marching forward, halted a few paces in
front of the platform.
"Officers, non-commissioned officers, and men," commenced the royal
personage who had reviewed them, stepping forward, "it has given me
great pleasure to come here to-day and witness the fine way in which you
have marched, and the smart, soldierly appearance you present. You have
fully upheld the traditions of the regiment to which you belong. I have
now another pleasant duty. One of your number performed a gallant act
yesterday. He was then a private, and is now a corporal. He has won
his promotion by bravery, as every soldier desires to do, and as a mark
of the Queen's gratitude for saving the life of a distinguished guest,
and in order that he may never forget this day, I now present Corporal
Western with this watch and chain, and I feel sure he will always prize
it. It comes from his Queen. May it one day be carried in the fob of
an officer!"
Bewildered, and scarcely knowing whether he stood on his head or his
heels, Phil took the watch handed to him and returned to the ranks. In
a dream he heard the regiment answer the colonel's call for cheers as
the royal officer stepped into his carriage, and in the same condition
he stood, whilst his comrades tore off their bearskins, and, hoisting
them on their bayonets, shouted cheers at him for his gallantry.
It was a bad half-hour for Phil, but, like all things, it came to an
end. Soon he was back in the barrack-room, with friends crushing round
and eagerly gazing at the gold watch and chain presented to him.
What Phil valued most was the crown set with brilliants on the back, and
the inscription beneath, which ran:
"_Presented to Corporal Philip Western, of the Grenadier Guards,
In recognition of his gallantry,
By Victoria R_."
Many and many a time did Phil pull out the watch and gaze at that
inscription, and often too did he determine that one day it should lie
in the waistcoat pocket of an officer.
"It's my first step in the regiment," he said quietly to Tony, when
talking over his promotion, "and I hope it will not be the last."
"Never fear, young un! You'll get higher yet, I know," Tony replied
earnestly. "In these days of peace it will take a time, no doubt; but
if there's war, as seems likely, then you'll go up, and I don't mind
telling yer it's my opinion you'll be an officer yet afore I gets my
stripes."
"Humbug, Tony! It takes years and years to get a commission, even when
on active service. But I mean to have a good try for it, and should
troubles come with some foreign power, then, as you say, there is all
the more chance of my being successful. Now I am off to the
quarter-master to ask him to put this in his safe and keep it for me. I
wouldn't lose it for worlds."