Sit down , and keep your silly neck quiet . '' The camel doubled up camel-fashion , like a two-foot rule , and sat down whimpering . There was a regular beat of hoofs in the darkness , and a big troop-horse cantered up as steadily as though he were on parade , jumped a gun tail , and landed close to the mule . `` It 's disgraceful , '' he said , blowing out his nostrils . `` Those camels have racketed through our lines again -- the third time this week . How 's a horse to keep his condition if he is n't allowed to sleep . Who 's here ? '' `` I 'm the breech-piece mule of number two gun of the First Screw Battery , '' said the mule , `` and the other 's one of your friends . He 's waked me up too . Who are you ? '' `` Number Fifteen , E troop , Ninth Lancers -- Dick Cunliffe 's horse . Stand over a little , there . '' `` Oh , beg your pardon , '' said the mule . `` It 's too dark to see much . Are n't these camels too sickening for anything ? I walked out of my lines to get a little peace and quiet here . '' `` My lords , '' said the camel humbly , `` we dreamed bad dreams in the night , and we were very much afraid . I am only a baggage camel of the 39th Native Infantry , and I am not as brave as you are , my lords . '' `` Then why did n't you stay and carry baggage for the 39th Native Infantry , instead of running all round the camp ? '' said the mule .
`` They were such very bad dreams , '' said the XXXXX .
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