CHAPTER I. THE MAYO FUSILIERS

“WHAT AM I TO DO with you, Terence? It bothers me entirely; there is not a soul who will take you, and if anyone would do so, you would wear out his patience before a week’s end; there is not a dog in the regiment that does not put his tail between his legs and run for his bare life if he sees you; and as for the colonel, he told me only the other day that he had so many complaints against you, that he was fairly worn out with them.”

“That was only his way, father; the colonel likes a joke as well as any of them.”

“Yes, when it is not pl