Glyn Severn's Schooldays

"But what for?" cried Singh. "We never did him any harm."

"Love of conquest, I suppose, so as to make us humble ourselves to him same as the other fellows do. He wants to be cock of the school."

"Oh--oh!" cried Singh. "It does make me feel so hot. What did he say to me: was I going to ride on the elephant?--Yes. Well, suppose I was. It wouldn't be the first time."

"Not by hundreds," cried Glyn. "I say, used it not to be grand? Don't you wish we were going over the plains to-day on the back of old Sultan?"

He pronounced it Sool-tann.

"Ah, yes!" cried Singh, with his eyes flashing now. "I do, I do! instead of being shut up in this old school to be bullied by a boy like that. I should like to knock his head off."

"No, you wouldn't. There, don't think anything more about it. He isn't worth your notice."

"No, I suppose not," said the Indian boy;--"but what makes me so angry is that he despises me, and has treated me ever sinc