“No, and it was no wonder.”
“No, sir, it warn’t. But I say, Master George, you didn’t feel so bad as that, did you?”
I glanced round to see if my father was within hearing, and then said with a laugh—
“I’m afraid I felt ever so much worse.”
“Then we’ll shake hands over it,” said Morgan; “but I say, Master George, I’d give everything to know whether the master felt scared too.”
“I don’t think he did. Oh, I’m sure he did not. See how erect and firm he was.”
“Ah, that’s being a soldier, sir. They drill ’em up into being as stiff as can be, and to look as if they like it when they’re being shot at. That’s what makes English soldiers such fine fellows in a battle.”
Further discussion was put an end to by the coming up to us of my father.
“You heard what Colonel Preston said, George?”
“Yes, father.”