“No; honour bright. It’s all over now, and I don’t want to fight.”
The next minute the two lads were walking away as if nothing had happened.
Chapter Twenty Seven.
A Little Victim.
That same evening Singh went down the town to relieve his feelings and the heaviness of one of his pockets, for the day before both he and Glyn had received letters from the Colonel with their monthly allowance. Glyn had refused to join his companion, to Singh’s great annoyance, for the occurrences of the day had left him touchy and ready to take offence at anything.
“I wouldn’t have refused to go with you,” he said. “It’s precious disagreeable, and you might come.”
“Can’t,” said Glyn firmly. “I can’t come, and you know why.”
“Oh yes, I know why; all out of disagreeableness. You haven’t got any other reason.”