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He's got in here somehow, and he's dragging that chain and the big iron peg all about the playground. Here, I know, Singhy," continued Glyn in a high state of excitement, "he's come after you."
"Then don't think about it any more." "I can't help it, I tell you. Why, you owned just now that you were as bad." "Not so bad as you are, Singhy. I do try to throw it all aside. You don't." "Ah, it's very well for you to talk. You haven't lost something that's worth nobody knows how much." "Well, but never mind; you can afford it.
There was a fresh jangling from below, exciting Glyn's curiosity almost to the highest pitch. "Look here, Singhy, if you don't get up directly and see what that noise is, I'll come and make you." "You do if you dare!" Glyn threw the clothes back, sprang out of bed, and the next moment the coverings of his companion were stripped off on to the floor. "Oh, you " snapped Singh.
"Open the door, Wrenchy, and make way for the hospital two wounded men going down. I say, Singhy, look as bad as you can. Here, I know: Wrenchy and I will carry you down in a chair." Singh opened his mouth quickly and shut it sharply, making his white teeth close together with a snap.
"Because Severn said, sir, out loud, `Not such a coward as you think, Singhy. I must fight now." "Bad very bad," said the Doctor; "cowardly too two boys to one." "Oh no, sir; Singh didn't do any more.
They must be cross at having to get up so early, or else they wouldn't be banging their tools down like that! Hi! Singhy!" "Cowardly brute!" "Singhy!" "Eh? What's the matter? Time to get up? I haven't heard the bell." "There it goes again," cried Glyn, as the jangling rattle rose to his ears once more. "Glyn, what's that?" "Oh, what an old stupid it is!
But it's very plain Singhy hasn't been here. Now, where can he be? Gone down the town perhaps to buy something cakes or fruit I suppose. How fond he is of something nice to eat? But there, he always gives a lot away to the little fellows. Well, so do I, if you come to that; but I don't think it's because I give them buns and suckers that they all like me as they do.
I'll have Burney. What do you say to Slegge?" Singh made no reply, but stood scowling out of the window. "But I say, the first thing will be that they will ask what the row's about. What were we quarrelling for, Singhy?" There was no reply. "Oh, I remember," continued Glyn. "Because I bullied you about showing off with that belt. Well, we can't say anything about that. What shall we say?
He's such a big fellow that I believe he'll lick me easily. But, as I said before, I shall pretty well tire him out, and then you being the reserve, he'll come at you, and then he'll find out his mistake. And I say, Singhy, old chap, I do hope that my eyes won't be so closed that I can't see. Now then, come up to our room. It's a holiday, and the rules won't count to-day.
"Yes," said Glyn merrily, "as soon as he holds out his. I can afford to. Can't I, Singhy?" "Oh yes, of course." "There," said the old lady, "now that's spoken nicely, and I don't think I'll bathe your face any more. Now, my dear," she continued to Singh, "it's your turn." "Oh, mine doesn't want doing, does it?" said the boy carelessly. "Yes, my dear, and very badly too.
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