"I've had quite enough of this, and you'd better shut up.

You know I could make you sorry for it if I chose." Gilks said nothing, but walked on sullenly.
"And the worse thing about it," continued Silk, "is that now Wyndham and Riddell are as thick as brothers, and the young toady's sure to tell him everything." "And suppose he does ?" "There's no suppose about it.

I don't choose to have it, I tell you." "How can you help it ?" said Gilks.
"We must get hold of the young 'un again," said Silk, "and you'll have to manage it." "Who ?--I ?" said Gilks, with a bitter laugh.
"Yes, you.

And don't talk so loud, do you hear?
You'll have to manage it, and I think I can put you up to a way for getting hold of him." "You can spare yourself the trouble," said Gilks, stopping short and folding his arms doggedly.

"I won't do it." "What!" cried Silk, in a passion.
It was the second time in one week that Silk had been thus defied--each time by a boy whom he had imagined to be completely in his power.
Wyndham's mutiny had not wholly surprised him, but from Gilks he had never expected it.
"I won't do it, there!" said Gilks, now fairly at bay and determined enough.
Silk glared at him for a moment, then laughed scornfully.
"You won't?
You know what you are saying ?" "Yes, I know," said Gilks.
"And you know what I shall do ?" "Yes, you'll tell--" Silk's face fell.