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I am sure that he must feel very sorry that he ever hit you, he being so much bigger and having so long had the advantage of being taught by the Doctor, who is the best man that ever lived, while you two are so new, and you, Mr Singh, so much younger than Mr Slegge that I do wonder he ever so far forgot himself as to hit you. Now, you will make friends afterwards, won't you?"
"Look here, Burton," sneered Slegge, "go and tell Severn, and ask him to come and lick me again. I am ready, and I'll let him see. Yes, you may look, Mr Burney, Esquire. I saw that letter yesterday you had from home. Esquire indeed! It's sickening! I am ready to have it out with him whenever he likes, and take the nigger after him when he's had his gruel. Go and tell him if you like.
Slegge and his following stood aloof, the latter listening to the former's sneering remarks, some of which reached Glyn and made him feel hot; while just in the midst of the loudest cheering, Wrench the man-servant made his appearance, followed by a big tom-cat which passed most of its time in the pantry rubbing its head against Wrench's legs while he was cleaning the plate or washing tea-cups, probably in gratitude for past favours.
Here have I been shouting ever so long to make you get up and see. Go and open the window and look out." "Heigh-ho-hum!" yawned Singh. "I was dreaming that old Slegge hit me in the face again." "Yes, I know you were." "Why, you couldn't know I dreamt it." "But I tell you I did know." "How could you know, when I was dreaming and you weren't?"
"I am glad you have come, my boy," he continued gently, "for I like my pupils to look up to me as if for the time being I stood in the place of their parents. Now then, speak out. What is it? Some fresh quarrel between you and Mr Slegge?" "No, sir," cried Glyn. "It's about that dreadful business of Singh's belt." "Ah!" said the Doctor, rather more sharply. "You know something about it?"
In his rage at what he looked upon as a theft, Slegge chased first one and then another; but he was too big, heavy, and clumsy to catch the delighted imps, who, as active as monkeys, dodged him at every turn, till at last he stood panting. "All right," he said. "I am not going to make myself hot with running after you; but the Doctor's going to know that he has got thieves in the school.
Why, now, at once." "We haven't got any lines of Latin to do," said Singh quietly. "To-day is a holiday." "For us," cried Slegge; "but I know the Doctor. You have both got a pretty stiff dose to do, my fine fellows, and I wish you joy." "Thank you," said Glyn; "but you are all in the wrong." "Wrong? Then what did the Doctor say to you?"
"Look here," said Slegge, turning again to the lad he had addressed, "don't you be cheeky, sir, or you'll find yourself walked down behind the tennis-court some morning to have a first breakfast; and you won't be the first that I have taught his place in this school." "Oh," said the lad quietly, "you mean fighting?" "Yes," said Slegge, thrusting out his chin, "I mean fighting.
But he turned upon Slegge, of course, after such an incitement as that." "No, sir, he didn't; he only stood there looking very red and with his lips quivering, and looking quite wild and reproachful at Singh." "Oh!" said the Doctor. "Then Singh has been in it too?" "Yes, sir; Singh came at him like a lion, and said he was a coward and a cur, and that they'd never be friends again.
"Because we are going up to the house," replied Glyn coolly, "to our dormitory." "That you are not," cried Burney. "The rules say that the fellows are not to go up to their rooms between hours, and you have been here long enough to know that. Now then, no nonsense. Here, you, Singh, you've got to come and field while old Slegge practises batting, and Tompkins has got to bowl."
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