will come too."
"Ah, that remains to be seen," said Glyn. "That'll be years to come,
and who knows what will happen before then?"
"I don't care what happens," cried Singh hotly. "He's coming back to
India when I go. Why, he told me himself that my father made him my
guardian, and that he promised to look after me as long as he lived. He
said he promised to be a father to me. It was that day when I got into
a passion about something, and made him so cross. But I was very sorry
afterwards," said the boy quietly, "he's such a good old fellow, and
made me like him as much as I did my own father."
"Well," said Glyn merrily, "you have always had your share of him. It
has made me feel quite jealous sometimes."
"Jealous! Why?" said Singh wonderingly.
"Because he seemed to like you better than he did me."
"What a shame!" cried Singh. "Oh, I say, you don't mean that, do you,
Glyn, old chap? Why, you don't know how fond he is of you."
"Don't I?"
"No; you should hear what he says about you sometimes."
"Says about me? What does he say about me?"
"Oh, perhaps I oughtn't to tell you," said Singh, showing his white
teeth.
"Yes, do, there's a good fellow," cried Glyn, catching the other by the
arm.
"Well, he said he should be proud to see me grow up such a boy as you
are, and that my father wished me to take you for an example, for he
wanted me to become thoroughly English--oh, and a lot more like that."
Glyn Severn was silent, and soon after, as the two boys turned, they saw
a group of their schoolfellows coming down the field laden with bats and
stumps, while one carried a couple of iron-shod stakes round which was
rolled a stout piece of netting.
"Here," said Glyn suddenly, "let's go round the other side of the field.
Old Slegge's along with them, and he'll be getting up a quarrel again.
I don't want to fight; but if he keeps on aggravating like he did this
morning I suppose I shall have to."
"But if we go now," said Singh, "it will look as if we are frightened.
We seemed to run away before, only you made me come."
"Oh, it doesn't matter what seems," cried Severn irritably. "We know we
are not frightened, and that's enough. Come on."
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. L
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