“Ha!” said the Colonel. “And then knocked him down for it?”
“No, he didn’t, sir,” cried Singh, with his eyes twinkling. “He wouldn’t fight even then.”
“Humph!” grunted the Colonel. “And what then?”
“Well, it put me in such a rage, sir, that I couldn’t bear it, and I went and hit the big fellow right in the face, and he hit me again.”
“Ah, you needn’t tell me that,” replied the Colonel; “that’s plain enough. Well, what after?”
“Well, that made Glyn take my part, and he swung me behind him; and oh, sir, he did give the big fellow such an awful thrashing!”
“Ha!” said the Colonel, taking his great grey moustache by both hands and drawing it out horizontally. “A thorough thrashing, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what were you doing?”
“Oh, I was seconding him, sir.”