nightmare, only it's
a morning mare; and he's dreaming he's fighting with old Slegge again,
and punching my pillow, thinking it's his head. I only wish it had been
as soft, and then I shouldn't have had so much skin off my knuckles.--
There! There it goes again! It must be the workpeople come to open a
drain or something. They must be cross at having to get up so early, or
else they wouldn't be banging their tools down like that! Hi! Singhy!"

"Cowardly brute!"

"Singhy!"

"Eh? What's the matter? Time to get up? I haven't heard the bell."

"There it goes again," cried Glyn, as the jangling rattle rose to his
ears once more.

"Glyn, what's that?"

"Oh, what an old stupid it is! Here have I been shouting ever so long
to make you get up and see. Go and open the window and look out."

"Heigh-ho-hum!" yawned Singh. "I was dreaming that old Slegge hit me in
the face again."

"Yes, I know you were."

"Why, you couldn't know I dreamt it."

"But I tell you I did know."

"How could you know, when I was dreaming and you weren't?"

"Why, you were shouting it at me, and pitching into my pillow, thinking
it was old Slegge's head."

"Get out! I wasn't. I--Here, how is it I have got two pillows here?
Why, you wretch, you must have thrown one at me to wake me!"

There was a sharp rustling, an expiration of breath, and the soft
head-rest was hurled back again, just as the jangling noise was repeated
more loudly.

"There! Hear that?" cried Glyn.

"I am not deaf, stupid."

"Then jump up and go and see what it is."

"Shan't! It's quite dark yet, and I am as tired as can be."

"Well, only get up and see what that noise is, and then you can go to
sleep again."

"Shan't, I tell you. I am not your coolie. What lazy people you
English are!"

There was a fresh jangling from below, exciting Glyn's curiosity almost
to the highest pitch.

"Look here, Singhy, if you don't get up directly and see what that noise
is, I'll come and make you."

"You do if you dare!"

Glyn threw the clothes back, sprang out of bed, and the next moment the
coverings of his companion were stripped off on to the floor.

"Oh, you--" snapped Singh. "I'll pay you out for all this!"

"Come on, then."

Glyn did not wait to see whether his companion did come on, but stepped
to the window, pulled up the blind, and raised up the window to look
out.

"Here, Singh!" he cried, turning to look back. "Come here, quick!"

"Shan'