"Only to see if I knew whose it was once." "Well, I ain't a-goin' to let yer see it unless you lay a half-a-crown down on that there seat.

There! I ain't a-going to be done by you or any of your scholars." Riddell gladly put down the money and had the satisfaction at last of seeing Tom fumble in his pockets for the precious weapon.
It was a long time coming to light, and meanwhile the boy kept a suspicious eye on the money, evidently not quite sure whether, after all, he was safe.
At length from the deepest depth of his trouser pocket his hand emerged, bringing with it the knife.
Had Tom not been so intent on the half-crown which lay on the seat he would have been amazed at the sudden pallor which overspread the captain's face and the half-suppressed gasp which he gave as his eyes fell on--_young Wyndham's knife_! There was no mistaking it.

Riddell knew it well.

Wyndham when first he possessed it was never tired of flourishing it proudly before all his acquaintances, and finding some pretext for using it or lending it every five minutes of the day.
Riddell had often had it pressed upon him.

Yes, and now, with a shock that was almost sickening, he recollected that he had had it in his hand that very night before the boat-race.
And with the thought there rushed in upon him the whole memory of that evening.