That the fight was won, and the reg'ment saved,
By those two little dots in red."
Miss Bertram stole a glance at the boys' faces as she finished singing.
With a wriggle and a twist Dudley turned his back upon her; but not before she had seen the blue eyes swimming with tears, and heard a choking sob being hastily swallowed. Roy stood erect, his little face quivering with emotion, and his usually pale cheek flushed a deep crimson, whilst his small determined mouth and chin looked more resolute and daring than ever. His hands thrust deep in the pockets of his knickerbockers he looked straight before him and repeated with emphasis,
"They played every inch of the way to meet their death!"
"Regular little heroes, weren't they?" said Miss Bertram.
"Rather," came from Roy's lips, and then without another word he ran out of the room.
"Do you like it, David?" Miss Bertram asked, touching Dudley lightly on the shoulder.
"No—I—don't—it makes a fellow in a blue funk." And two fists were hastily brushed across the eyes.
"Shall I sing you something more cheerful?"