boxing-gloves to him. What do you think he said just now?"

"As he was glad Smithson had gone?"

"No; I'd have believed him for that. He never liked the lad, and it
would only have been the honest truth. He said that it was a painful
thing; but, under the circumstances, he should advise every man to
examine his kit, and see that his instruments were all right."

"What did he mean by that?" cried Jerry.

"Mean! Why, for the men to see that the poor lad hadn't carried off
anything that didn't belong to him."

"Well!" cried Jerry, fiercely, "of all! Here! I can't stand that!"

"Hold hard!" cried the fat sergeant, catching his arm. "Where are you
going?"

"To the bandmaster," cried Jerry, "to have it out with him. My hands
won't feel like gloves!"

"Stop where you are!" growled the sergeant. "Never mind Wilkins. You
don't want to get in a row. Do you want to strike your officer?"

"Officer!" cried Jerry, excitedly; "officer! I don't call that
combination of a thing an officer!"

"You be quiet," said Brumpton. "We've said enough as it is."

"No, sir, we ain't! and, soldier or no soldier, I'm a man, and not going
to have things like that spoken about my comrade--and such a comrade as
him!"

"Be quiet, I tell you!" said Brumpton; and the man's tone and manner
made Jerry forget that he was so pincushion-like in appearance. "I
don't want you to get in trouble, too!"

"And I don't want to get in trouble," said Jerry; "but I don't call it
manly for a lot of fellows who knew Dick Smithson to be a reg'lar gent
to the backbone to stand there and hear that mean little wax-match of a
man, without saying a word or sticking up for him!"

"Who said nobody stuck up for him?" said Brumpton.

"You never said anyone did!"

"Well, they did!" said Brumpton.

"Oh, that's better! What did they say?"

"As soon as he spoke like that, a lot of the men began to hiss."

"Hiss!" cried Jerry, contemptuously; "why, a goose on Clapham Common
could do that!"

"And then," continued Brumpton, "Wilkins began to blink over his
music-stand, looking as red in the face as his uniform. `Who was that?'
he says--`who was it that dared to make that noise?'"

"And then no one spoke," sneered Jerry. "Hissed! I'd ha' punched his
head. Bandmaster, indeed!--I'd ha' been the bandmaster's master that
time!"

"Wrong, Jerry Brigley!" cried Brumpton. "Someone did speak, others did
not; but I'll answer for everyone, I spoke out.