efore, I shall pretty
well tire him out, and then you being the reserve, he'll come at you,
and then he'll find out his mistake. And I say, Singhy, old chap, I do
hope that my eyes won't be so closed that I can't see. Now then, come
up to our room. It's a holiday, and the rules won't count to-day. Come
on, and we'll talk it over."

"But--" began Singh.

"Now, don't be obstinate. You promised father you'd try and give way to
me over English matters. Now, didn't you?"

"Well," said the lad hesitatingly, "I suppose I did."

"Come on, then. You see war's begun, and we have got to settle our plan
of campaign."

The young Maharajah nodded his head and smiled.

"Yes," he said, "come up to our room. We ought to dress, oughtn't we,
to see the procession? I say, I don't know how it is, I always like
fighting against any one who tries to bully. I am not sorry that war
has begun."

"Neither am I," said the English lad quietly, "for things have been very
unpleasant ever since we came here, and when we've got this over perhaps
we shall be at peace."

CHAPTER THREE.

THE PRINCE'S REGALIA.

The bedroom shared by Glyn Severn and Singh was one of a series, small
and particularly comfortable, in the new annexe the Doctor had built
expressly for lecture-room and dormitories when his establishment began
to increase.

The comfortably furnished room just sufficed for two narrow beds and the
customary furniture; and as soon as the two lads had entered, Singh
hurried to his chest of drawers, unlocked one, took out a second bunch
of keys to that he carried in his pocket, and was then crossing to a
sea-going portmanteau standing in one corner, when Glyn, who was looking
very thoughtful and abstracted, followed, and as Singh knelt down and
threw open the travelling-case, laid his hand upon the lad's shoulder.
"What are you going to do?" he said shortly. "Only look out two or
three things that there's not room for in the drawer."

"What for?"

"Why, to dress for the procession."

"Stuff and nonsense! You are quite right as you are," cried Glyn
half-mockingly. "You must learn to remember that you are in England,
where nobody dresses up except soldiers. Why, what were you going to
do?"

"I was going to put on a white suit and belt."

"Nonsense!" cried Glyn. "This isn't India, but Devonshire. Why, if you
were to come down dressed like that the boys would all laugh at you, and
the crowd out in the road shout a