come a cuffing encounter became verbal.

"Look here," cried Burney, "you two will get it for this. What am I to
say to the captain?"

"Tell him to bowl for himself," said Singh sharply.

"Here! Hi! Burney, bring 'em along!" came from across the field and
from between Slegge's hands. "Tell these beggars they had better not
keep me waiting much longer!"

"All right!" shouted back Burney; and then to the two lads, "There, you
hear. Come on at once, and as you are new chaps I won't tell on you.
You had better come, or he'll pay you out by keeping you on bowling so
that you can't go and see the show."

"Yes," said Glyn quietly. "Go back and tell him what Singh said."

"What!" cried Burney, staring with wonder. "Tell the captain he's to
bowl for himself?"

"Yes," said Glyn coolly, "as long as he likes.--Come along, Singh;" and,
throwing his arm over his Indian companion's shoulder, the two lads fell
into military step and marched slowly towards the Doctor's mansion-like
house.

"I am afraid it means a fight, Singh," said Glyn quietly. "Well, I dare
say we can get over it. I am not going to knuckle down to that fellow.
Are you?"

"Am I?" cried the boy, flashing a fierce look at his English companion.
"What do you think?"

Glyn laughed softly and merrily.

"Shall I tell you?" he said.

"Yes, of course," cried the Indian boy hotly.

"Well, I think you will."

"What!"

"When you can't lift hand or foot, and your eyes are closing up so as
you can hardly see."

"And I won't give up then!" cried the boy passionately.

"Well, don't get into a wax about it, old chap," said Glyn in a dry,
slow way. "I don't suppose you'll have to, for the big chuckle-headed
bully will have to lick me first, and I dare say I can manage to tire
him so that you can easily lick him in turn."

"You are not going to fight him," cried Singh hotly.

"Yes, I am."

"You are not. He insulted my dead father. A mahout indeed!"

"So he did mine," said Glyn. "A shabby half-pay military officer
indeed! I'll make _him_ look shabby before I have done."

"Now, look here," cried Singh, "don't be a beast, Glynny, and make me
more angry than I am. I am bad enough as it is."

"So am I, so don't you get putting on the Indian tyrant. Recollect you
are in England now. This is my job, and I know if father were here he'd
say I was to have the first go in. He's such a big fellow that I
believe he'll lick me easily. But, as I said b