You should have given me the book," replied Jack solemnly.
"I'll give you _something_, see if I don't!" was the reply.
I believe Jack did receive this promised something.

He did not come out at mid-day till late, and then he was pale and flurried.
"Has Harris been bullying you ?" I said.
"Been doing his best," replied Jack, gloomily.

"I don't much care for him." This was quite enough.

I could guess what it meant.
"I suppose you think I was a fearful sneak ?" said Jack.
"No I don't, old man!" said I.
I had, I must confess, felt a little doubtful on the subject; but, then, what else could he have done?
"I'm sorry I did it now," said Jack solemnly; "I sha'n't do it again." "What else could you do ?" I asked.
"I shall have to knock Harris down, I suppose," said Jack, so seriously that I stared at him in bewilderment.
Without doubt my poor chum was preparing a warm time for himself with the Imports at Merrett, Barnacle, and Company's! That same evening he entered on his new quarters at Mrs Nash's, greatly to my joy, and greatly to the disgust of everybody else.
Horncastle, who had recovered from his temporary fright for the cooling of his sausages, was specially loud in his remonstrances.
"It's no use your coming here," he said, advancing in a menacing way towards Jack on his arrival.

"We aren't going to have you--there!" And with that, as in my case, he emphasised his remark with a smart kick on Jack's shins.
Jack was not a short-tempered fellow, but this unprovoked assault startled him out of his usual composure.
"You'd better not do that again," said he, glaring at his adversary.
Horncastle did _not_ do it again.