"I'm Riddell's." "What did I tell you this afternoon ?" said Game, beginning to suspect that he had fallen into a trap.
"Told me to go to the captain after chapel." "And what do you mean by not going ?" "I did go--I went to Riddell." "I told you to go to Bloomfield," said Game, growing hot.
"Bloomfield's not the captain," retorted Telson, beginning to enjoy himself.

"Riddell's captain." "You were fighting in the `Big,'" said Game, looking uneasily at Riddell while he spoke.
"I know I was.

Riddell's potted me for it, haven't you, Riddell ?" "I've given Telson fifty lines, and stopped his play two days," said Riddell, quietly.
"Yes, and I'm writing the lines now," said Telson, dipping his pen in the ink, and scarcely smothering a laugh.
Game, now fully aware of his rebuff, was glad of an opportunity of covering his defeat by a diversion.
"Look here," said he, walking up to Telson, "I didn't come here to be cheeked by you, I can tell you." "Who's cheeking you ?" said Telson.

"I'm not." "Yes, you are," said Game.

"I'm not going to be humbugged about by you." "I don't want to humbug you about," replied the junior, defiantly.
"I think there's a mistake, you know," said Riddell, thinking it right to interpose.