‘Where were you put in training?’ asked Edgar with a smile.
‘At a grand old school, which I dare say you have heard of,’ said Hepburn. ‘I was educated at Redbank.’
Edgar and Will gave a whoop that startled Hepburn, and before he could realize what had happened, he felt both his arms being worked up and down in a rapid style that took his breath away.
‘Hold on, lads!’ he gasped; ‘you’ll have my arms off. What the deuce is the matter with you?’
‘This is the most extraordinary thing I ever heard of,’ said Edgar.
‘I see nothing very extraordinary in my having been educated at Redbank,’ said Hepburn, ‘except the fact that I might have done the school more credit, considering the training I received.’
‘We are Redbank boys,’ said Edgar.
It was Hepburn’s turn now, and the pumping process recommenced. They almost danced for joy, and Yacka, who was lying on the camp-bed, thought they had gone suddenly mad.
‘Bless my soul! it is remarkable after all,’ said Hepburn. ‘To think we Redbank fellows should all meet in this outlandish spot! The world is very small.’
What a night they made of it, and they were still talking over the glories of Redbank when the morning light made the lamp grow dim.