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It was so different from the Wrench of the past that it sent a chill through the boys, as they followed on and began whispering so that the man should not hear. "Go on first, Glynny," whispered Singh. "Get out! I haven't lost my belt," was the reply. "But the Colonel's your father." "Well, I can't help that, can I? It's about your business. You go on first." "I shan't.
"You can't see it correctly," said Singh; "and I only took it that Mr Barclay, who is a great student, might read decipher, he called it the words engraved on the stones; and he was very grateful because I let him read them, and thanked me very much." "But you might have remembered what I said to you about it." "I did remember, Glynny," cried the boy warmly.
"Yes, we must have rather astonished them," cried Glyn. "They haven't had such a licking as that for a long time." "Here, I say," cried Singh, "you have been up to some games," and he fumbled in vain in his flannels-pockets. "I say, you shouldn't do this, Glynny. The key of my India trunk is one of the bunch, and you know I don't like any games played with that."
"He oughtn't to have asked you, for that belt belonged to your father, and now it belongs to you, and some day it will have to go to your successors." "Then you think I have done quite right, Glynny?" "Well, not quite; if you had you would have told me that you were going to take it there for the Professor to see." "Oh, don't begin again about that," replied Singh piteously.
You jolly old Tom Noodle!" continued Glyn; "why, even if they could get as big emeralds and manage somehow to have the exact words of the inscription cut, would it be the same old belt and stones as came down from the past, and that your father used to wear?" Singh's eyes dilated and his lips parted. "No," he said with a groan. "Oh, Glynny, what a beast you are! And you call yourself my friend!"
"Nice fellow you are to take care of your things!" said Glyn, as his companion limped across the room to where he had thrown his dusty and green-marked cricketing suit anyhow upon a chair. "Oh, murder!" he said. "I am so stiff. I can hardly move, and my right hand feels all bruised and strained; but I say, Glynny, I hardly missed a ball; and didn't I play old gooseberry with some of their stumps?"
I'll make him look shabby before I have done." "Now, look here," cried Singh, "don't be a beast, Glynny, and make me more angry than I am. I am bad enough as it is." "So am I, so don't you get putting on the Indian tyrant. Recollect you are in England now. This is my job, and I know if father were here he'd say I was to have the first go in.
"Well, I suppose I did, in the hurry and confusion. Oh, Glynny, what a beast I am! I wish I hadn't such a brute of a temper. It makes me flare up all at once and say such nasty things; and you are always as cool as a gourd, and get the best of me." "Well, you should be more careful," said Glyn. "I wish, too, that you hadn't such a temper. You ought to master it." "I can't," said the lad sadly.
Singh turned away and walked to the window, to stand looking out for a few minutes before turning back; and then he walked up to Glyn and said: "Come down into the cricket-field." "To have it out?" said Glyn quietly. "Oh, Glynny!" cried the boy, and he held out his hand.
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