I wish to goodness he would." "And whatever business had you to tell him he might say a word about it ?" demanded Silk, angrily.
"What business?
A good deal more business than you've got to ask me questions." "Do you know what he's done ?" "No, I don't; and I don't care." "Don't you care ?" snarled Silk, fast losing his temper; "that foolery of yours has spoiled everything." "So much the better.

_I_ don't care." "But _I_ care!" exclaimed Silk, furiously, "and I'll see you care too, you fool!" "What's happened, then ?" asked Gilks.
"Why, Riddell--" "For goodness' sake don't start on him!" cried Gilks, viciously; "he's nothing to do with it." "Hasn't he?
That's all you know, you blockhead! He suspected Wyndham of that boat-race business.

I can't make out how, but he did.

And the young fool all along thought it was Beamish's he was in a row about.
But Riddell wouldn't have known it to this day if you hadn't given the young idiot leave to go and blab, and so clear it up." "Let him blab.

I wish he'd clear up everything," growled, or rather groaned, Gilks.
"Look here!" said Silk, stopping short in his walk and rounding on his victim.