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"But let's knock him about," cried Singh, "and show him that we can bully too." "Won't do," said Glyn slowly. "He's too big and strong." "Yes, he's big and strong; but we shall be two to one." "Ah, you have a lot to learn, Singhy. English gentlemen don't fight like that." There was a smart brush at the school a few days later, which resulted in the cutting of Slegge's comb.
"Singh!" There was no answer. "Singh! Oh, what a sleepy old mongoose it is! Singhy! What's that row out in the playground?" It was early dawn. The first faint rays of day were peering in on both sides of the drawn blind, the speaker was Glyn, and the words were uttered in consequence of a peculiar clanking noise heard out in the play-yard.
"Bother the elephant!" cried Singh irritably, for this early waking from a comfortable sleep had soured his temper. "All right; bother him, then," replied Glyn, who was wonderfully wakeful now; "but it seems to me that he's going to bother us. I say, Singhy, the Doctor said he wouldn't let Slegge keep that fox-terrier dog he bought a month ago."
It was on one of these cloudy days, when paradoxically the sun was shining brilliantly in the pure blue south-western sky, that Glyn and Singh were strolling down the grounds together, looking straight before them, with the full intention of driving the school-troubles out of their minds for the time being. "What's the good of worrying about it, Singhy?" Glyn had said.
And don't you go, my dear," she continued, turning to Singh, "till I have done your face over too." "I am not going," said Singh quietly. "The Doctor sent me up here to stop." "Has he?" cried Glyn. "Oh, hurrah! Here, Mrs Hamton, another patient for you to make decent. I say, Singhy, she's just come from old Slegge. I'm afraid I've made his face in a horrible mess."
Here are you trying to get up a quarrel about nothing, and threatening to break with me, when you know you don't mean it all the time." "I do mean it!" raged out the boy. "For you have insulted me cruelly." "Ah, that's what you say now, Singhy; but before you go to bed to-night you will be as vexed with yourself as can be, and wish you had not said what you have.
What would your poor father say if he knew?" "Oh, I say, don't talk about it," cried Glyn. "Fancy, Singhy, if he could see us now!" Glyn tried to whistle, but his puffed-up lips refused to give forth a sound; and, seeing this, Singh whistled for him, and then in spite of the pain and stiffness of their faces the two boys laughed till the suffering became intense.
"Let's go, and if you won't fight, I will." "Look here, Singhy; you and I have had lots of wrestles, haven't we?" "Yes; but what's that got to do with it?" "Why, this. I am not bragging; but I have more muscle in my arms than you have, and if I like I can put you on your back at any time." "Ur-r-r-r-r-ur!" growled Singh. "That means you own it.
"Oh," cried the Indian lad angrily, "I wish you hadn't stopped me. I was just ready." "Why, what did you want to do, Singhy?" cried the other. "Fight," said the boy, with his eyes flashing and his dark brows drawn down close together. "Oh, you shouldn't fight directly after breakfast," said Glyn Severn, laughing good-humouredly. "Why not?" cried the other fiercely.
"There, never mind, gentlemen; go down and get it over. There ain't anything to be ashamed of. If I was you, Mr Severn, I should feel proud at having licked that great big disagreeable chap. I shall be glad to see his back. He's quite big enough to leave school." "Ah!" said Glyn with a sigh. "Come on, Singhy; Wrench is right. Let's get it over; only I want to bathe my face again.
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