The baggage-camel had been bobbing his head to and fro for some time past, anxious to get a word in edgewise. Then I heard him say, as he cleared his throat, nervously:

“I — I — I have fought a little, but not in that climbing way or that running way.”

“No. Now you mention it,” said Billy, “you don’t look as though you were made for climbing or running — much. Well, how was it, old Hay-bales?”

“The proper way,” said the camel.

“We all sat down — ”

“Oh, my crupper and breastplate!” said the troop-horse under his breath. “Sat down!”

“We sat down —