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He sent word round this morning to all the boys except those two that we were to meet down here by the elms; and when we did come, just as he thought, Severn and Singh fancied there was some new game on, and came to see. Then, sir, Slegge began at Severn, insulting him, sir yes, that he did.
"Well, you are a queer chap, Singh! You say you want to be thoroughly English, and you talk like that." "Well, I do want to be English," cried Singh, "and I try very hard to do as you do, because I know what guardian says is right." "Well, you never heard me pity Slegge and call him poor old fellow." "I didn't. I meant poor Wrenchy, who wants money so badly.
Indian bear cub; that's what I call him, with his leader, currying favour like that! Ha, ha! Ho, ho! Haw, haw!" This was a melodramatic laugh of the most sarcastic description, prefatory to the letting off of a very ponderous joke. "Currying! Indian curry! That's what he was brought up on. Curry and rice instead of pap. Look at the colour of his skin. But only wait a bit," continued Slegge darkly.
"I don't want to quarrel," said the lad quietly. "Oh, don't you!" continued Slegge, with a sneering laugh. "Well, perhaps I do, and if I do I shall just give your master one for himself as well." "My master," said the lad staring. "Yes, your master, the nigger Howdah, Squashee, or whatever he calls himself.
I want the Doctor to know what a miserable coward and bully he has in the school." "No, no," gasped Slegge, in a low, husky voice, and with his face now all of a quiver. "I can't I won't! I tell you I can't come!" "And I tell you you shall come," cried Glyn, dragging him along a step or two. "Don't, I tell you! You will have Morris see," gasped Slegge.
Singh's encounter with Slegge had been very short, and when the Doctor sent him in the tokens of the affray were very slight; but a few hours afterwards certain discolorations were so manifest that the Doctor frowned and told him he had better join his companion in the dormitory for a few days and consider himself in Mrs Hamton's charge.
The fact that they soon saw the elephant's pursuers pass through, and with them the bald-headed man, with their fellow-pupils Glyn and Singh on each side leading, had doubtless something to do with the forward movement. Slegge, too, was the biggest and loudest there.
"But," continued Glyn, "if you think I am going to lower myself by fighting a dirty, cowardly hound who has struck at me behind the back like the dishonourable cur that the Doctor said he was waiting to see come and confess what he had done, you are mistaken." "There, I knew it!" cried Slegge. "You are afraid. Put up your hands, or I will give you the coward's blow."
"The Doctor!" he ejaculated, and he hurried into the house, his exit from the playground being followed by a fresh burst of cheering and a peculiar triumphant dance on the part of the page, accompanied by the waving of boot and blacking-brush, till, in his disgust, Slegge made a rush at him from behind, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and ran him rapidly to the boot-house, sent him flying in with a savage kick, and banged the door after him.
"Ah!" ejaculated the Doctor. "Go on, Mr Burney." "Slegge made a dash at him, sir; but Singh was too quick, and stepped on one side; and when Slegge turned upon him again Severn sprang in between them, snatched off his jacket, and crammed it into Singh's hands. And then all the boys began to hooray." "What for?" said the Doctor.
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