'What! After all you've learned? Come on. Don't be a scab! They'll make you corporal in a week,' cried Stalky.
'I'm not goin' up for the Army.' Beetle touched his spectacles.
'Hold on a shake, Foxy,' said Hogan. 'Where are you goin' to drill us?'
'Here—in the gym—till you are fit an' capable to be taken out on the road.' The Sergeant threw a chest.
'For all the Northam cads to look at? Not good enough, Foxibus.'
'Well, we won't make a point of it. You learn your drill first, an' later we'll see.'
'Hullo,' said Ansell of Macrea's, shouldering through the mob. 'What's all this about a giddy cadet-corps?'
'It will save you a lot o' time at Sandhurst,' the Sergeant replied promptly. 'You'll be dismissed your drills early if you go up with a good groundin' before'and.'
'Hm! 'Don't mind learnin' my drill, but I'm not goin' to ass about the country with a toy Snider. Perowne, what are you goin' to do? Hogan's joinin'.'
' 'Don't know whether I've the time,' said Perowne. 'I've got no end of extra-tu. as it is.'
'Well, call this extra-tu.' said Ansell. ' 'Twon't take us long to mug up the drill'
'0h, that's right enough, but what about marchin' in public?' said Hogan, not foreseeing that three years later he should die in the Burmese sunlight outside Minhla Fort.
