And you have got a nasty eye, Scud.

You'd better go and bathe it well in cold water." "Cheap enough too, if we're done with our old friend Flashey," said East, as they made off upstairs to bathe their wounds.
They had done with Flashman in one sense, for he never laid finger on either of them again; but whatever harm a spiteful heart and venomous tongue could do them, he took care should be done.

Only throw dirt enough, and some of it is sure to stick; and so it was with the fifth form and the bigger boys in general, with whom he associated more or less, and they not at all.

Flashman managed to get Tom and East into disfavour, which did not wear off for some time after the author of it had disappeared from the School world.

This event, much prayed for by the small fry in general, took place a few months after the above encounter.