"
"I do not want a commission; I am perfectly happy as I am."
"Was there ever such a pig-headed fellow? Come, Hyde, be persuaded."
The colonel got up from his seat and walked round to where the
sergeant stood, still erect and motionless. "Come, Rupert, old
comrade, old friend," and he put his hand affectionately on the
sergeant's shoulder.
The muscles of the sergeant's face worked visibly.
"It's no use, Blythe; I am dead to the world. I have no desire to
rise."
"But it's so aggravating; it puts me in such a hole," said the
colonel, striding up and down the office. "You're just the man we
want--superior in every way. You would hold your own so well with the
other non-commissioned officers. I do wish--Where am I to find
another?"
"I can tell you, if you will listen to my advice."
"Yes? Speak out."
"Young McKay; he would make an excellent sergeant-major."
"I know him--a smart, sensible, intelligent young fellow. But has he
ballast--education?"
"He is better born than you or me, colonel. A lad of excellent parts
and first-rate education. Bring him on, and he will do you and the
regiment credit yet."
The colonel sat down again at his desk, and seemed lost in thought.
"I must ask Smallfield. Call in the adjutant, will you?" he added, in
a voice that implied their conventional relations as superior officer
and sergeant were resumed.
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