“How do he know?” cried Jem scornfully.
“Why, I tried ever so long,” said Dick, who could not refrain from joining in.
“Ck!” laughed Jemmy.
“Why, she’s our best cow,” cried Ram. “I say skipper.”
“Here, you mustn’t speak to an officer like that,” whispered Archy.
“What does the boy want?” said the plump little lieutenant, marching forward.
“On’y want our cow.”
“Then take her, sir, and go!”
“Have a drop of milk?”
“No,” said the lieutenant, turning his back. “Perhaps Mr Raystoke here might like a little. Can you milk?”