You will then only get some more `pandies' like what you had just now, and I think the gratification of punching his head ought to be worth that." "Right you are, Tom," I replied.

"I'm game for it: I will never feel happy till I make him acknowledge the lie he told to-day against me." "Bravo, that's hearty," said Tom.

"You're a big fellow for your age, and with a little training will soon be a match for that cur, as he's a coward at heart.

But, look here, Martin--see, I didn't forget you, as I believe you thought I did at tea-time.

I saved this for you, as I could see you were hungry." The good-hearted chap had managed to stow away a thick slice of bread- and-butter in his trousers pocket, and this he now brought out and handed to me.