But look here, me bhoy; ye've got to serrve whether ye like it or whether ye don't.

What's more, ye've got to come at once.

So get yer horse, and clap the saddle on.

Fetch him his rifle and his cartridge-bolt, and let there be no more nonsense." "You heard what my son said, sir," said my father haughtily.

"If it were against a black enemy of the country we should both be willing." "Didn't I tell ye it was again' a black inimy ?" said the man mockingly.
"I heard you insult the Queen and her Government, sir," said my father; "and, once more, my son refuses to serve." "The coward!--the white-livered cub!" cried the captain contemptuously.
"What!" I cried, springing forward; but my father flung his hand across my chest, and Bob rushed in past Aunt Jenny, as if to take refuge from the scene.
"Quite right, old man," said the captain, coolly stroking his beard.
"And look here, bhoy whether ye like it or not, ye're a sojer now; I'm yer shuperior officer, and it's time of war.