ng an order to a squadron
to advance. "Disgraceful!--Well, you do look a pretty pair!"

"I'll leave you together," said the Doctor, rising slowly, and then
glancing at the boys. "Yes," he said softly, "dreadfully marked; but
you should have seen them, Colonel, directly after their encounter."

"Ha, yes; wounded on the field," said the Colonel drily. "Thank you.
Yes, sir, I think I should like to have a few words with them alone."

For the first time since they had known him the feeling was strong upon
the boys that they would have liked their preceptor to stay.

But the Doctor gave each of them a grave nod as he moved towards the
door, and they both stood as if chained to the carpet till the Colonel
made a stride forward, when Glyn recollected himself, ran to the door,
and opened it for the Doctor to pass out.

The Colonel grunted, and then as the door was closed, he marched slowly
across to his son; and as the boy faced him caught him by the shoulder
with his right hand, walked him back to where Singh stood alone, grabbed
him with his left, and forced them both towards the wide bay window
fully into the light.

"Stand there!" he said, in commanding tones.

Then stooping stiffly to seize the Doctor's easy-chair by the back, he
made the castors squeak as he swung it round and threw himself into it
with his back to the window, when he crossed one leg over the other, and
sat staring at them fiercely and scanning for some moments every trace
of the late encounter.

Glyn drew a long, deep breath loudly enough to be heard, while Singh
stood with hanging hands, opening and closing his fingers, and passing
his tongue quickly over his dry lips. But the Colonel still went on
staring at them and frowning heavily the while.

At last Singh could bear it no longer.

"Oh, say something, sir!" he cried passionately. "Scold us, bully us,
punish us if you like; but I can't bear to be looked at like that."

It was the Colonel's turn now to draw a deep breath, as he raised
himself in the chair a little, thrust one hand behind him, fumbled for
his pocket, and then drew out a large soft bandana handkerchief and blew
his nose with a blast like a trumpeted order to charge.

Then, as he sank back in his chair, "Ha, ha, ha! haw, haw, haw!" he
literally roared. "Well, you do look a pretty pair of beauties!" he
cried. "But this won't do. Here, you, Glyn, what do you mean by this,
sir? Didn't I warn you against fighting, and t