“No; he will only fall lightly. It will take some of the conceit out of the young puppy. It’s intolerable.”
“But he was hot and excited. He’s only a boy. Stop it.”
“I will not,” said the captain angrily. “A mere cadet to come and talk to me like that on the parade-ground; it’s insufferable!”
“Well, you may be answerable if he comes to grief,” said Wyatt; “I wash my hands of it all.”
“Silence, if you please,” said Hulton; “we are not alone.”
Chapter VIII.
“That Young Chap’s All There!”
Captain Hulton was all the time watching what was going on by the Arab, where the slight youth, full of eagerness and activity, had nearly covered his hands with foam as he loosened the tight curb-chain, which evidently worried the horse, and was nearly bitten for his pains.
Then, as he stood wiping his fingers on his handkerchief, he made one of the syces shorten the stirrups to a considerable extent.
“You are going to risk it, then?” said Wyatt.