"I had one, but I ain't now, Phil," Tony replied dolefully. "The boss give me the sack, saying I'd cost him a good fifty pounds by causing the death of the bear. So I'm out of work now, and if you're for a soldier, as they tell me, why, so am I too; and I tell yer I'll stick to yer like a true 'un if you'll let me come, and one day when you're an officer I'll be yer servant." Phil laughed good-naturedly, and flushed red when he saw that here was one who thought it was within the bounds of possibility that he would attain to the status of officer. "It will be a long time before I shall be that, Tony," he said, with a smile; "but if you really have made up your mind to be a soldier, come with me. There's been bad blood between us up to this, but now we'll be good friends and help one another along." "Ah, we'll be friends, sir, good friends too! I've had my lesson, and I sha'n't need another. I've acted like a brute up to this, but now I mean to be steady, and I mean to show yer too that I ain't bad altogether." Phil was astonished at the turn matters had taken; but he recognised that Tony had really made up his mind to reform, and at once determined to help him to adhere to that resolution. "Very well, Tony," he said, "we'll enlist together. My month is up to-morrow, and on the following day we'll take the shilling. I'm going to join the Grenadier Guards." "Grenadier Guards or any Guards for me, Phil. It don't make a ha'poth of difference so far as I'm concerned. Just fix what it's to be, and I'll be there with yer." "Then it's settled, Tony. We're for the Guards. Come to the house where Sergeant-major Williams lives, at nine o'clock the day after to-morrow." They shook hands, as though to seal the compact, and separated, Phil returning to the van, where he spent part of the day in writing to Mr Western and to Joe, informing them of the step he was taking. To his previous letter Mr Western had deigned no answer, for he was thoroughly upset by its contents, and from that day firmly resolved never again to have any dealings with his adopted son. He was an utter failure and a scamp, and it only needed Joe Sweetman's efforts to defend him to settle the matter. "It is just what I told you would happen," Joe had said defiantly. "The lad has spirit, and far from being the rogue you think him, is filled with the desire to see life and make his way in the world. I am not a great judge of character, but if ever there was a youth unfitted for office life, that one is Phil. You have only yourself to thank after all. You have endeavoured to force a profession on him, whereas you should have given the lad an opportunity of selecting one for himself. Mark my words, Edward: Phil will live to do well and be a credit to you, and one of these days you will acknowledge that the step he is taking now was a good one and for the best. Now I'll write to him, and give him a few words of advice."