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The masters were not in such a hurry, and they remained in the house talking together, so that they were not present to see the skylarking and listen to the banter going on, a good deal of which was set going by Slegge, who was in a high state of glee, and scattered a great deal of chaff, to the great delight of his parasites, who eagerly conveyed insulting messages from their chief to the two new pupils at the other end of the line at least, they bore those that were not too offensive; others that seemed likely to produce some form of resentment from the lads they attacked were sent on by the youngest boys.
"Well, so I did. Thames. No, I remember, Severn! What idiots your people were to give themselves names like that!" "Well, it's as good as Slegge anyhow," said the lad. There was a little laugh at this, which made the owner of the latter name turn sharply and fiercely upon the nearest boy, who shut his mouth instantly and looked as innocent as a lamb.
"Ugh-h-h-ugh!" snarled Slegge, making a rush at the boys, who scattered at once, dashed out of the door before any of them were seized, and ran as if for their lives, to begin shrieking with laughter as soon as they were out of reach.
To the bully's utter astonishment, one of Glyn's hands only rose quick as lightning and had him by the throat. "You dare!" he cried. "Strike me if you dare! Yes, it would be a coward's blow. But if you do I won't answer for what will happen, for I shall forget what you have done, and and " "Here, Severn! Severn! What's the matter with you?" gasped Slegge excitedly. "I haven't done anything.
"No, you haven't," cried Slegge truculently; "you have found me in in here by the gardens, and if you have come down here to have it out once more before breakfast, come along down to the elms. I am your man."
Mr Singh has already spoken." "Yes, sir, I'll come," replied the boy quickly, and he did as requested, fully conscious the while that Slegge was saying something disparaging to the nearest boys, and that the Professor had moved up behind Singh and was talking to him again. "Do you like this Professor Barclay?" said Glyn as they were walking back towards the school side by side. "Oh, I don't know.
But Severn did not speak a word, and before we knew what was going to happen next, Slegge took hold of Singh's ear and asked him what it had to do with him, and he called him a nigger and an impudent foreign brat; and almost before we knew where we were, Singh hit Slegge quick as lightning, one-two right in the face, and then stepped back and began to take off his jacket; but before he could pull it off, Slegge got at him; and the boys hissed, sir, for while Singh's hands were all in a tangle like in the sleeves, Slegge hit him three or four times in the face; but it only made him fierce, and getting rid of his jacket, he went at big Slegge."
"That's just what I should like to do," panted Severn, whose hands kept opening and shutting as they hung by his sides; and there was something in the boy's looks that made Slegge change colour slightly, and he glanced quickly to right and left as if in search of the support of his fellows; but there was no one within sight.
This, however, was diversified with plenty of cricket, Slegge posing in every match as the chief batsman and captain of the eleven. But he had to work hard to keep up his position in his own particular speciality, which was that of slogging batsman, for he was a bad bowler, too cowardly to keep a wicket, and too big, heavy, and lazy to field.
The two boys began to move slowly away; but they had not gone far before Slegge shouted after them, "Hi, you, sirs! I want you to come and field." "Then want will be your master," said Severn between his teeth. "Come on, Singh. Don't look round. Let's pretend we can't hear."
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