incipality in Southern India, strolled right
away over the grass to the extreme end of the Doctor's extensive
grounds, chatting together as boys will talk about the incidents of the
morning.

"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. "I felt just then as if I could
kill him."

"Then I am glad I lugged you away."

"But you shouldn't," cried the young Indian. "You nearly made me hit
you."

"You had better not," said Glyn, laughing merrily.

"Yes, of course; I know, and I don't want to."

"That's right; and you mustn't kill people in England because you fall
out with them."

"No, of course not; I know that too. But I don't like that boy. He
keeps on saying nasty things to us, and--and--what do you call it? I
know--bullies you, and says insulting things to me. How dare he call me
a nigger and say my father was a mahout?"

"The insulting brute!" said Glyn.

"Why should he do it?" cried Singh.

"Oh, it's plain enough. It's because he is big and strong, and he wants
to pick a quarrel with us."

"But what for?" cried Singh. "We never did him any harm."

"Love of conquest, I suppose, so as to make us humble ourselves to him
same as the other fellows do. He wants to be cock of the school."

"Oh--oh!" cried Singh. "It does make me feel so hot. What did he say
to me: was I going to ride on the elephant?--Yes. Well, suppose I was.
It wouldn't be the first time."

"Not by hundreds," cried Glyn. "I say, used it not to be grand? Don't
you wish we were going over the plains to-day on the back of old
Sultan?"

He pronounced it Sool-tann.

"Ah, yes!" cried Singh, with his eyes flashing now. "I do, I do!
instead of being shut up in this old school to be bullied by a boy like
that. I should like to knock his head off."

"No, you wouldn't. There, don't think anything more about it. He isn't
worth your notice."

"No, I suppose not," said the Indian boy;--"but what makes me so angry
is that he despises me, and has treated me ever since we came here as if
I were his inferior. It is not the first time he has called me a
nigger.--There, I won't think anything more about it