He may now find out what he likes." "It might interest him if I went and told him a few things about you ?" said Silk.
"Go! as soon as you like--and tell him anything you like," cried Wyndham.

"I don't care." "You wouldn't even care to have back your three pound ten ?" "No," said the boy, "not even if you ever thought of paying it back." Silk all this time had been growing furious.

The last thing he had expected was that this boy, whom he supposed to be utterly in his power, should thus rise in revolt and shake off every shred of his old allegiance.

But he found he had gone too far for once, and this last defiant taunt of his late victim cut him to the quick.
He sprang from the seat and made a wild dash at the boy, but Wyndham was too quick for him, and escaped, leaving his adversary baffled as he had never been before, and almost doubting whether he had not been and still was dreaming.
Wyndham ran as fast as he could in the direction of the school, and would have probably gone _on_ running till he reached his own study, had not the sight of Riddell slowly going the same way ahead of him suddenly checked his progress.
As it was, he almost ran over him before he perceived who it was.

For Riddell just at that moment had halted in his walk, and stooped to pick up a book that lay on the path.
However, when Wyndham saw who it was, he swerved hurriedly in another direction, and got to his destination by a roundabout way, feeling as he reached it about as miserable and hopeless as it was possible for a boy to be..