“Oh,” said Glyn thoughtfully, for his companion’s words sounded reasonable.
“But what was that fellow saying to you?” asked Singh. “He was grinning at you about something. Oh, I should like to do something to him. That nasty look of his always makes me feel hot.”
“He wants to get up a quarrel,” replied Glyn.
“Well, let him, and the sooner the better. He’s always insulting me.”
“Then let’s insult him,” said Glyn.
“Yes,” cried Singh eagerly. “What shall we do? Tell him we won’t accept a baboon because one’s enough in the school?”
“No; treat him with contempt,” said Glyn coldly. “We are not going to be dragged into a fight so as to give him a chance to play the bully and knock us about.”
“But let’s knock him about,” cried Singh, “and show him that we can bully too.”
“Won’t do,” said Glyn slowly. “He’s too big and strong.”
“Yes, he’s big and strong; but we shall be two to one.”