"Here comes Mr. Jennings, Graham," said Benny, excitedly, and the next instant the burly figure of the A Company corporal—Woods's friend—appeared at the tent door. It wasn't the first time he had been accused of a bullying tone in conveying such a message. A First Class man, splashing his close-cropped head and sun-browned face in front of the next tent, emerged from behind his towel, and, still dripping, came forward as Jennings began to speak.
"WOODS'S FRIEND APPEARED AT THE TENT DOOR"
"Mr. Graham, my friend Mr. Woods considers himself insulted by your language at the dinner-table yesterday, and he demands an apology."
Geordie's face was a little white, but the blue eyes didn't flinch a particle.
"I've none to make," was the brief answer.
"Then I suppose you will refer me to some friend at once. You know the consequences, I presume," said Jennings, magnificently.
"Just as soon as I can find some one," answered Geordie. "I'll look around after dinner."