"Where is the money ?" Dig's spirits rose.

He knew he would get his rights! "The stamps--here, sir," said the wretched Mills, going to his desk.
"And where is the list of names ?" Mills produced it, tremulously.

Railsford's brows knit as he glanced down it.
"Each of these boys gave you six stamps ?" "Twenty-one sixpences, ten-and-six," said Dig, rehearsing his mental arithmetic.
"Yes, sir.

I really didn't mean to cheat, sir." "Yes, you did," yapped Dig, who now that he was to finger his winnings had perked up wonderfully.
"Silence, Oakshott," said Railsford angrily.

"Your name is here, last on the list.