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The instinct of his ancestors is strong within him. No, Harey," he continued, "I won't stickle for knives, or even pistols. Shall we call it war to the fist? Anything will do, so long as it's war." "What do you all think of the weekly? Is he as bad as the rest?" asked Grey, one of the juniors. He was always careful to find out what he ought to think before he thought it.
"If you were an English boy you'd never think of asking such a thing," Toppin went on, tramping up and down as he talked. He really did not want to be unkind to the Hare, but requests like this vexed him sorely. "Don't you see, Harey, there are some people who will kiss me, and I can't stop them like Miss Turner, f'r instance." Miss Turner was the matron.
"I wish to goodness we knew who it was!" "A reng-lidder?" repeated the March Hare. "I don' know zat word. But if you mean ze boy who done ze much most ze baddest of all ze bads ah, I know him! Yes, I mark him long, long time. An' I wait." "What d'ye mean, Harey? Who is it?" "Nev-er mat-ter," said the March Hare mysteriously; and at that point Mr. Anderson re-entered the room.
Jack Brady and the March Hare were walking with Toppin, and if it had been practicable, the Hare would have accompanied him in the race, but if there was one thing of which the March Hare was incapable, it was running. Jack, who had found this out, checked him from making the attempt. "Let Toppin go, Harey, and you stay with me," he said. There was a look of satisfaction on his face.
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