"Everybody said you were a blackleg--I know it's all lies you're telling, and I--I--I don't care if you do lick me." As he didn't care, of course it didn't so much matter, but Mills cut short further argument by licking him and ejecting him neck and crop from the room.
In the passage he pitched head-first into the arms of Mr Railsford.
"What's wrong ?" asked the master, looking down at the miserable face of the small savage before him.
"It's a swindle!" shouted Dig.

"It's a swindle, Mr Railsford.

I won it fairly--and he's a thief--he's stolen 10 shillings 6 pence of mine." "Don't make all that noise," said Railsford quietly, for the luckless baronet was almost out of his wits.

"I can hear you without shouting.
Who has robbed you ?" "Why, that blackleg swindler in there!" said Dig, pointing at Mills's door.

"Ten-and-six, ten-and-six--the thief!" "Come with me," said the master, and he led Dig back into Mills's study.
"Mills," said he, "Oakshott says you have robbed him.