“What did he say?”
Joe Jollivet laughed.
“Well, what are you grinning at? Why don’t you speak?”
“Because you’re such a peppery chap, and I don’t want a row.”
“Who’s going to make a row? What did the Major say?”
“Sha’n’t tell you.”
“Who wants you to? It was something disrespectful of my father, and he has no business to. My father’s his superior officer.”
“That he isn’t. Your father was cavalry, and my father foot.”
“And that makes it worse,” said Gwyn, hotly. “Cavalry’s higher than infantry, and a major isn’t so high as a colonel.—What did he say?”
“Oh, never mind. Come on.”