"That will do," Jack decided at last.
"There"s more left, sir." Thorpe had enjoyed looting the wagon.
"I"m sure there is, Thorpe. When you leave the Army, you can return here and take what remains."
"No, sir," Thorpe said. "I would never do that. It"s stealing sir."
This was a new side to Thorpe. "Well said, Thorpe."
"You go to Hell for stealing, sir," Thorpe informed him.
They carried the loot to their base in relays, with Jack leaving honest Private Thorpe in charge of the collection at the riverside. "If anybody tries to take anything, Thorpe, shoot him. Whoever it is."
"Yes, sir," Thorpe said and happily pointed his rifle at Armstrong.
"Not one of us, Thorpey," Coleman pushed the rifle barrel aside. "Captain Windrush didn"t mean that."
"I was only jesting," Thorpe said.
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