n mine was alive. He was always a great
general there, though he was only colonel in the Company's army. There,
I suppose you are right. I like to look at that belt, but I won't show
it about; but I say, Glyn, I shall be glad when we get older and have
both begun learning to be--no, what do you call it?--not learning--I
mean, being taught to be soldiers."

"Training," said Glyn.

"Yes, training--that's it; and we shall go together to that place where
your father was, not far from London. You know--the place he used to
talk to us about, where he was trained before he came out to India."

"Addiscombe," said Glyn quietly, as he stood watching his companion
thrust the case back into the bottom of the portmanteau and rearrange
the garments he had moved, while his hand lingered for a few moments
about a soft white robe, which he covered over with a sigh before
closing the lid and turning the key of the great leather case.

"Yes," he said, "Addiscombe. What stories he used to tell us about the
young officers there! What did he call them? I forget."

"Cadets," said Glyn thoughtfully.

"That's it. I wish I didn't forget so many of those English words;
but," continued the boy, "I liked it best when he told us about the
battles out at home, when all the chiefs around were fighting against my
father the Maharajah, so as to slay him and divide his possessions. You
know, my father has talked about it to me as well--how he was so nearly
beaten and weakened, and so many of his bravest officers killed, that it
made him apply to the great Company for help, and they sent your father.
Oh, what a brave man he was!"

"Who said that?" cried Glyn, flushing up.

"My father the Maharajah. He said so to me many times, and that he was
his best and truest friend. Oh yes, I used to like to hear about it
all, and he used to tell me that the Colonel would always be my truest
friend as well, and that I was to love him and obey him, and always
believe that what he told me to do was right. And I always do."

"Of course you do," said Glyn flushing. "Yes, Singh, he is some one to
be proud of, isn't he? But I am like you; I don't much like coming to
this school, though the Doctor is very nice and kind to us both."

"Yes, I like him better than the masters," said Singh; "but I don't like
the boys, and I don't think they like me."

"Oh, wait a bit," said Glyn. "It's because everything seems so
different to being in India; but, as fa