ckly, and he did as requested,
fully conscious the while that Slegge was saying something disparaging
to the nearest boys, and that the Professor had moved up behind Singh
and was talking to him again.

"Do you like this Professor Barclay?" said Glyn as they were walking
back towards the school side by side.

"Oh, I don't know. He's very pleasant to talk to, of course, for he
knows so much about Indian things."

"Oh," said Glyn thoughtfully, for his companion's words sounded
reasonable.

"But what was that fellow saying to you?" asked Singh. "He was grinning
at you about something. Oh, I should like to do something to him. That
nasty look of his always makes me feel hot."

"He wants to get up a quarrel," replied Glyn.

"Well, let him, and the sooner the better. He's always insulting me."

"Then let's insult him," said Glyn.

"Yes," cried Singh eagerly. "What shall we do? Tell him we won't
accept a baboon because one's enough in the school?"

"No; treat him with contempt," said Glyn coldly. "We are not going to
be dragged into a fight so as to give him a chance to play the bully and
knock us about."

"But let's knock him about," cried Singh, "and show him that we can
bully too."

"Won't do," said Glyn slowly. "He's too big and strong."

"Yes, he's big and strong; but we shall be two to one."

"Ah, you have a lot to learn, Singhy. English gentlemen don't fight
like that."

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE CUTTING OF THE COCK'S COMB.

There was a smart brush at the school a few days later, which resulted
in the cutting of Slegge's comb. The Doctor was seated at his
study-table, with the open French window letting in the fresh morning
breeze and giving him a view, when he raised his eyes from his book,
right across the cricket-field to the clump of elms, when there was a
tap at the door, responded to by the customary "Come in!" and Mr
Rampson entered.

"Ah, good-morning, Mr Rampson," said the Doctor suavely.

"Good-morning, sir. Could you give me a few minutes?"

"Certainly, Mr Rampson," replied the Doctor, sitting back. "Have you
something to report?"

"Well, no, sir, not exactly, but--er, but er--I er--thought I should
like to ask you if I had given you satisfaction in connection with my
pupils."

"Yes, Mr Rampson," said the Doctor, raising his eyebrows; "but why--oh,
I see, you want to speak to me and tell me that you have had a more
lucrative offer."

"Oh no, sir; I am quite satisfied