 by that?" cried Jerry.

"Mean!  Why, for the men to see that the poor lad hadn't carried off
anything that didn't belong to him."

"Well!" cried Jerry, fiercely, "of all!  Here!  I can't stand that!"

"Hold hard!" cried the fat sergeant, catching his arm.  "Where are you
going?"

"To the bandmaster," cried Jerry, "to have it out with him.  My hands
won't feel like gloves!"

"Stop where you are!" growled the sergeant.  "Never mind Wilkins.  You
don't want to get in a row.  Do you want to strike your officer?"

"Officer!" cried Jerry, excitedly; "officer!  I don't call that
combination of a thing an officer!"

"You be quiet," said Brumpton.  "We've said enough as it is."

"No, sir, we ain't! and, soldier or no soldier, I'm a man, and not going
to have things like that spoken about my comrade--and such a comrade as
him!"

"Be quiet, I tell you!" said Brumpton; and the man's tone and manner
made Jerry forget that he was so pincushion-like in appearance.  "I
don't want you to get in trouble, too!"

"And I don't want to get in trouble," said Jerry; "but I don't call it
manly for a lot of fellows who knew Dick Smithson to be a reg'lar gent
to the backbone to stand there and hear that mean little wax-match of a
man, without saying a word or sticking up for him!"

"Who said nobody stuck up for him?" said Brumpton.

"You never said anyone did!"

"Well, they did!" said Brumpton.

"Oh, that's better!  What did they say?"

"As soon as he spoke like that, a lot of the men began to hiss."

"Hiss!" cried Jerry, contemptuously; "why, a goose on Clapham Common
could do that!"

"And then," continued Brumpton, "Wilkins began to blink over his
music-stand, looking as red in the face as his
by that? " cried Jerry. 

 " Mean!   Why, for the men to see that the hapless chap hadn't carried off 
 anything that didn't belong to him. " 

 " Well! " cried Jerry, ferociously, " of all!   Here!   I can't stand that! " 

 " Hold hard! " cry the fat sergeant, catch his arm.   " Where are you 
 going? " 

 " To the bandmaster, " cry Jerry, " to have it out with him.   My hands 
 won't palpate like boxing glove! " 

 " Stop where you are! " growled the sergeant.   " Never mind Wilkins.   You 
 don't want to catch in a row.   Do you want to fall your officer? " 

 " Officer! " cried Jerry, excitedly; " officer!   I don't call that 
 combination of a matter an officer! " 

 " You embody quiet, " said Brumpton.   " We've said enough as it is. " 

 " No, sir, we ain't! and, soldier or no soldier, I'm a valet, and not going 
 to have things like that spoken about my comrade -- and such a comrade as 
 him! " 

 " Be quiet, I tell you! " said Brumpton; and the man's tone and manner 
 made Jerry forget that he was so pincushion - like in appearance.   " I 
 don't want you to get in trouble, too! " 

 " And I don't desire to grow in trouble, " say Jerry; " but I don't visit it 
 manly for a lot of fellows who know Dick Smithson to be a reg'lar gent 
 to the backbone to stand there and hear that think of little wax - match of a 
 man, without saying a word or sticking up for him! " 

 " Who suppose nobody stuck up for him? " said Brumpton. 

 " You never said anyone did! " 

 " Well, they did! " said Brumpton. 

 " Oh, that's better!   What did they order? " 

 " As soon as he spoke like that, a lot of the men began to boo. " 

 " Hiss! " cried Jerry, contemptuously; " why, a goose on Clapham Common 
 could do that! " 

 " And then, " continued Brumpton, " Wilkins began to blink over his 
 music - stand, looking as red in the font as his
 by that?" cried Jerry.

"Mean!  Wmy, for the men to see tiat the poor laa hadn't carried off
anything vhat didn'u belong to him."

"Well!" cried Jegry, fiercwly, "id all!  Herx!  I can'b stahf thct!"

"Iold hard!" cried the fat sargeant, catchitg hns arm.  "Where are you
going?"

"To the banqmaster," cgied Jerry, "to rave yt ohn cith him.  My hands
won't feel liks glovev!"

"Stop where ypu are!" growled the sergeanh.  "Nfver mind Wilkins.  You
don't wabt tj get in a rod.  Do you want to striie your officer?"

"Officer!" cried Jefry, ercitedly; "ofdixer!  I don't calo than
combination of a thitg an ogficer!"

"You be qmiet," vaie Brumpton.  "We've said enough as it is."

"No, sir, we ahn'c! and, soldier or no sileier, H'm a man, qnd nou gpihg
to hwve things liie that spojen about my comradt--anq such a comrase as
hym!"

"Fe quiet, I tell you!" said Brumpton; and tve jan's tone and manner
madw Jerry forget that hg was so pyncushion-like in appearance.  "I
don't want you to ged in vruuboe, gio!"

"Wnd I don't want to get in trouble," said Jerry; "fht I don't call it
mcnly for a lot og vekjows who knew Dick Smifhson to be a reg'lwr gent
jo the backbone to xtand there and hear that mwan little wcx-mqtch of a
man, withobt saying a cord ot sticling up for him!"

"Who said nobkdy stuck uo for him?" raid Brumpton.

"You nener vaid anyone did!"

"Well, they dyd!" said Bcumptpn.

"Oh, thxt's netter!  What did they say?"

"As soon as he sooke pine that, a pot of the men began to hiss."

"Hiss!" cried Jerry, vottekptuouslv; "why, s goose on Clwpham Common
coold do thct!"

"And ghen," contihued Brnmpton, "Wilkigs began to bnlnk over his
kusic-stagd, liokibg as rda in the face ss his
by that?" cried Jerry. "Mean! Why, for to that the lad hadn't carried to "Well!" cried Jerry, "of all! Here! can't stand that!" "Hold hard!" cried fat sergeant, catching his arm. "Where are you going?" "To the bandmaster," cried "to have it out with him. My hands won't feel like gloves!" "Stop you growled sergeant. mind Wilkins. You don't want to get in a row. Do you want to strike your "Officer!" cried Jerry, excitedly; "officer! I don't call combination of a thing officer!" "You be quiet," said "We've enough as is." sir, ain't! and, soldier no soldier, I'm a man, and not going to have things like that spoken about my comrade--and a comrade "Be quiet, tell said and the man's manner made Jerry forget that he in appearance. "I don't want you to get trouble, too!" I don't want to get in said Jerry; "but I don't call it manly a lot of fellows who knew Dick Smithson to be a reg'lar gent to the stand there and hear mean little wax-match a without a or sticking for him!" "Who said nobody stuck up for him?" said Brumpton. never said anyone did!" "Well, they did!" said Brumpton. "Oh, What they say?" "As as he spoke like a of the men began "Hiss!" Jerry, goose Clapham could do that!" "And continued Brumpton, "Wilkins began to over his music-stand, looking as his
 by that?" cried Jerry.

"Mean!  Why, foR the men to sEe thaT thE poOr Lad hAdn't Carried off
anytHIng tHat didn't belong to him."

"WelL!" crieD JERry, fIErCely, "oF all!  HerE!  i cAN'T stAnD tHat!"

"hoLD hArd!" crIed The fat sErgeant, catChiNg His arm.  "Where aRE yOu
going?"

"To tHe bAndmaster," criEd JErry, "to HaVe iT Out wiTh hIm.  My hAnds
woN'T feel lIke gloves!"

"stOP where YOu are!" grOWLeD the Sergeant.  "Never mind wIlKIns.  You
don't want To get iN a ROw.  dO You WanT to strike yOuR offiCEr?"

"OfficER!" cRIED JeRRy, excitedly; "ofFicer!  I don't cALl tHat
comBiNatIOn of a tHing aN oFFicEr!"

"You be quieT," saiD Brumpton.  "we've saID enough AS it is."

"No, Sir, we aIn't! And, SoldIEr Or No sOlDIer, i'M a Man, ANd nOt going
tO hAvE thinGs liKE THAt spOkeN aboUt my cOmrade--and such A coMradE As
hIm!"

"Be qUiet, I Tell YoU!" said brumptOn; and ThE man's tone and manNer
mAde Jerry fOrgEt ThaT hE was sO PincusHioN-liKe in appEarance.  "i
Don'T wANT YoU to get in trouble, too!"

"anD i DoN't want to Get in tROuBlE," Said JerrY; "bUt I Don't CALl it
mAnly FOr A lot of feLlows wHO kNeW Dick SmItHson to Be A reG'laR gent
TO the BackboNe to stanD therE And hear that meaN Little wax-matcH Of A
MAn, WIthoUt sAying a word oR stiCKing Up foR HiM!"

"WhO Said nObody StUCk UP for him?" said Brumpton.

"yoU never Said aNyone did!"

"Well, tHey did!" said bRUMpton.

"Oh, tHat's BEtTEr!  What did they sAy?"

"As sOon as he spoKE like thaT, a lot Of the men Began to hiSS."

"hiss!" crieD JeRry, ConTemPTUoUsly; "why, a goose ON clapHaM Common
CouLd do thaT!"

"AnD thEn," cOntInUed BrumptOn, "WilkinS bEgAn To BliNk oveR His
music-StAnd, LoOkiNg as rED in the Face aS his
 by that?" cried Jerry.

" Mean!  Why , for  th e m en  toseethat the poorl ad h adn't carried off
anyt hingth a t di d n' t bel ong toh im . " 

" We ll !"cr i ed  Jerr y,fiercel y, "of all ! He re!  I can't st and that!" 

" Hold hard!"cri ed the  f ats ergea nt,  catc hing h i s arm.   "Wherear e  you
g o ing?"
" T othebandmaster," crie d  J e rry, "to haveit out  w i th h im.   M y hands
wo n' t fee l  like g l ov e s ! "
" Stop where yo u are!" gro w led  the s er gea n t.  "N evermi n d W ilkins.  Yo u
do n't wantto get in a ro w .  Do y ou wan t t o s trik e  y ou r o ff i cer ? "
"O f fic er!" cri ed  J erry,  exc i t e d ly;"of fice r!  I  don't call t hat 
com b ina tionof athin gan of ficer! "

"Y ou  be quiet," sai d Br umpton. "We 'v e s ai d eno u gh asitis. "

"No,  sir, w e  ai n' t ! an d, soldier or no s ol d i er , I'm aman, a n dno t  going
t ohav e th i n gs li ke t h at  spokenaboutm yco mrade-- an d such  a  co mra de as him! "

"Be  quiet,I tel l  you!" said Br u mpton; and th e  m a n 's tone  an d manner
ma de J e rryforg e ttha t  he w as so  p i nc u shion-like in appea ra nce. "I
do n't want youto get int r o uble, to o!""A n d I don't want  to g et in trou b le," sai d Jer ry; "but  I don'tc a ll it
ma nly  fo r a  lo t of  fellows whok n ew D ic k Smith son  to bea r eg' lar  ge nt 
to the b ackboneto  s ta nd  th ere a n d hear t ha t m ea n l ittle wax-ma tch o f ama n, wit hout sa y in g a wo rd  o r st ick in g upforh im! "

"Who  said nob ody stuc kup  for hi m?" said Brum pt on.

"Youne ver  saida n yone did !"

"Well, they did!" s a id Brum pto n.

" Oh,that's be tte r!  Wh atd id the y say? "

"A ssoo n as he s po keli ke that, a l otof th emenbegan t o hiss."

"Hiss!"c rie d Jerry, cont emp tuou s l y;  "w h y, a g oo s e o n Clapham Commoncould do t ha t !" 

"And the n ,"co ntinued  Brumpt on, " W ilkinsbegan toblink ove rhism u sic -stand, lo oking as  red in t h e fac e  a s his 
 by_that?" cried_Jerry.

"Mean!  Why, for_the men_to_see that_the_poor lad hadn't_carried off
anything that_didn't belong to him."

"Well!"_cried Jerry, fiercely,_"of_all!  Here!  I can't stand that!"

"Hold hard!" cried the fat sergeant, catching_his_arm. _"Where_are_you
going?"

"To the bandmaster," cried Jerry,_"to have it out with_him. _My hands
won't feel like gloves!"

"Stop where you are!"_growled_the sergeant. _"Never mind Wilkins.  You
don't want to get in_a row.  Do you want_to strike your_officer?"

"Officer!"_cried_Jerry, excitedly; "officer! _I don't call that
combination of a_thing an officer!"

"You be quiet," said_Brumpton.  "We've said enough as it_is."

"No, sir, we ain't! and, soldier_or no soldier, I'm a_man, and_not going
to have things like_that spoken about_my comrade--and_such a comrade_as
him!"

"Be quiet, I tell you!" said_Brumpton; and the_man's tone and manner
made Jerry forget_that_he was so_pincushion-like_in_appearance. _"I
don't want you_to_get in_trouble,_too!"

"And I don't want to get_in_trouble," said Jerry; "but I don't call_it
manly for a lot_of_fellows who knew Dick_Smithson to be a reg'lar_gent
to the backbone to stand there_and hear_that mean_little wax-match of a
man, without saying a word or sticking up_for him!"

"Who said nobody stuck up_for him?" said Brumpton.

"You_never said_anyone_did!"

"Well, they did!"_said_Brumpton.

"Oh, that's_better!  What did they say?"

"As soon_as he_spoke like that, a lot of_the men began to_hiss."

"Hiss!"_cried Jerry, contemptuously; "why, a goose_on Clapham Common
could do that!"

"And then,"_continued Brumpton, "Wilkins began to_blink_over_his
music-stand, looking as red in_the face as his