If they want to report me they'll have to do it to Riddell." With which virtuous decision he went his way, slightly solaced in his mind by the fight, and still more consoled by the prospects of a row ahead.
Telson was quite cute enough to see he had a strong position to start with, and if only he played his cards well he might score off the enemy with credit.
He therefore declined an invitation to Parson's to partake of shrimps and jam at tea, and kept himself in his own house till the time appointed for reporting himself to the captain.

Then, instead of going to Bloomfield, he presented himself before Riddell.
"Well ?" said the captain, in his usual half-apologetic tone.
"Oh!" said Telson, "I'm reported, please, Riddell." "What for?
Who reported you ?" asked Riddell.
"Game--for fighting," replied Telson.
"He hasn't told me of it.

You'd better come in the morning." "Oh! it's all right," said Telson.

"I was fighting King in the `Big' this afternoon." Riddell looked perplexed.

This was the first case of a boy voluntarily delivering himself up to justice, and he hardly knew what to do.
However, he had found out thus much by this time--that it didn't so much matter what he did as long as he did something.
"You know it's against rules," said he, as severely as he could, "and it's not the first time you've done it.