Talbot Mundy

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Talbot Mundy The Chaplain of the Mullingars (1912)

The first men checked when they reached the summit; it was the gap that faced them—the ten feet of low wall that Darcy and Father Callan had raised up overnight. And in the middle of the gap stood Father Callan!
They were not in the least afraid of the boys who lined the wall on either side of him; but the strange man in the middle, whose eyes seemed to look straight into every man's eyes at once, and whose sword pointed straight at their throats—not one man's throat, but every man's throat—that faced them. A giant burst his way through laughing and boasting what he would do.
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Talbot Mundy The Chaplain of the Mullingars (1912)

Will-power, stirred up by songs and an expert like Father Callan, will accomplish wonders; but by and by, as the track grew worse and worse and the night grew colder, their rifles and haversacks grew heavier than lead, and their ammunition-pouches seemed to weigh a ton apiece; then the willpower died down again, and men began falling to the rear, and Father Callan's labours began in real earnest.
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Talbot Mundy The Chaplain of the Mullingars (1912)

The sergeant came stumbling down the hill, and between them they bore Darcy to the top and laid him down in the centre of the sangar, where the men clustered round like a flock of timid sheep to look at him.
“What's this?” demanded Father Callan. “What are ye? A bevy of school-girls lookin' at a frog. I thought ye were men of the Mullingars! Did ye never see a wounded man before? Have ye no shame that ye stand there crowding him? Is there no enemy to look at? They'll be friends over there on the hill maybe, and no need to watch them?”
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