Corporal Sam; The Copernican Convoy; Red Velvet; The Jew on the Moor; My Christmas Burglary; The Mayor's Dovecot: a Cautionary Tale; News From Troy!; Colonel Baigent's Christmas; Doctor Unonius; Mutual Exchange, Limited
uined masonry, broken beams of timber--some of them smouldering; and over the top of it shone the blaze of the town. But the actual gap appeared to be undefended, and, better still, the rubbish on the near side had so piled itself that for half the way up the stormers could climb under cover, protected from the enfilading fire. Already the major had dropped on hands and knees and was leading the way up, scrambling from heap to heap of rubbish. Close after him went an officer in the uniform of the Engineers, with Corporal Sam at his heels. The sergeant ducked his head and followed, dodging from block to block of masonry on the other side of which the bullets spattered.
'Forward! Forward the Royals!'
The leaders were shouting it, and he passed on the shout. As yet, not a man had fallen on the slope of the breach. Two, more agile than he because by some years younger, overtook and passed him; but he was the sixth to reach the summit, and might reckon this very good work for a man of his weight. The
A rather nice collection of short stories, varying in setting from the English civil war (Cromwell & Charles I) to the turn of the 20th century. An entertaining read.