“Haven’t you tried them on?”
“No.”
“Bless us! what self-denial! Well, I’m glad I dropped in at the nick of time. We’ll have ’em all out again.”
“That we won’t,” cried Dick shortly.
“That we will, my boy. I’m precious proud of our troop, and I’m not going to have my junior turn out a regular guy to make the men grin.”
Dick ground his teeth at the very thought of it. Grinned at—for a guy!
“Our uniform takes some putting on, my lad, and we can’t afford to let the ignorant sneer. We’re the picked corps, and why such a shrimp as you should have been allowed to join passes my comprehension.”
“Look here, Mr Wyatt, if you’ve come here on purpose to insult me, have the goodness to leave my room!” cried Dick fiercely, and feeling hot all over.
“Bravo! Well done, little un,” cried Wyatt, patting him on the back; “I like that.”
“Keep your hands off me, sir, if you please!” cried Dick furiously.