I interrupted him.

"Who are they--your 'they' ?" "Kings," said Termite.
At that moment Marcassin's silhouette appeared in the gray of the alley which ended among us.

"Look out--there's Marc'! Shut your jaw," one of the audience benevolently advised.
"I'm not afeared not to say what I think!" declared Termite, instantly lowering his voice and worming his way through the straw that divided the next stall from ours.
We laughed again.

But Margat was serious.

"Always," he said, "there'll be the two sorts of people there's always been--the grousers and the obeyers." Some one asked, "What for did you chap 'list ?" "'Cos there was nothing to eat in the house," answered the Territorial, as interpreter of the general opinion.
Having thus spoken, the old soldier yawned, went on all fours, arranged the straw of his claim, and added, "We'll not worry, but just let him be.