"Because you have a remarkably verdant hue about you," answered Reginald, who felt galled by the tone of bullying superiority assumed by the other. The big boy's rage at the unusual impudence of a new fellow instantly blazed forth. "Take that for your pains, young one!" he cried out, giving Reginald a blow on the chest; "and that--and that--and that." Reginald was for a moment staggered, but instantly recovering himself, he flew at the big fellow, and returned the blows with interest. "A mill--a mill--a mill!" was the cry, and fellows rushed up from all parts of the yard, and closely surrounded the combatants. Reginald defended himself as well as he could from his big antagonist, who, fortunately, though evidently inclined to bully, was no great adept in the science of pugilism. At another time Reginald would have fought with the hope of victory; now his chief object was to defend his face, so that he might not have to make his appearance before the Doctor with a black eye or a bleeding nose. He made up for want of size and weight, and science also, for he had not much of it, by his activity, and consequently the big fellow exhausted his strength by frequently striking at the air, when he thought that he was going to put in an effective blow. As Reginald's courage and coolness manifested themselves, he gained plenty of supporters, and he soon guessed that his opponent was no great favourite. The exclamations and cries in his favour every moment grew warmer and warmer. This encouraged him, or rather, for he did not want much encouragement, discouraged the other. He continued fighting as cautiously, but commenced more aggressive operations, very much to the astonishment of the big fellow, who had fancied that he was going to gain an easy victory,--in fact, intended to give the new-comer a thrashing for his impudence. "Well done! well done! Famously hit! Bravo! Pitch into him, little one!" were the exclamations over and over again repeated by his friends; while the opposite party kept shouting, "Go it, Cicester!--Give it him soundly!--Hit him hard!" Cirencester, however, did not seem to be very successful in putting this advice into execution, and impartial observers were of opinion that Warrender was getting the best of it, when the cry was raised of "All up--all up!" and the masters were seen coming out of the Doctor's door. After stopping a minute to have a short chat together, they proceeded to the school. The moment the masters appeared, the combatants were separated, and Cirencester drew off without making any remark. The delay enabled Reginald to arrange his neck-tie, smooth his hair, and shake himself into his jacket. He felt rather bruised and heated, but he bore fortunately no remarkable outward traces of his combat. He soon rejoined Mr Lindsay, who took him to the Doctor, who looked, he thought, benignantly at him, and great was his satisfaction to find that he was placed in the Lower Remove.