Just look what he has done." "I did not do it, Mr Solomon," I cried.

"It was he." "Oh, what a cracker, Brownie! I came and caught him at it; and because I said he was a thief he hit at me with that cane." "How did he get the cane?
Why, it's yours," said Mr Solomon; "and I believe you broke that young peach." "Get out! It was he.

Take him to the police.

I caught him at it." Mr Solomon stooped and picked up the bruised and fallen peaches, laid them on a shelf, and then took out his knife and cut away the broken bough neatly.
Then he stood and looked at it for a moment, and the sight of the damage roused up a feeling of anger in him, for he turned sharply.
"Here, you be off!" he said, advancing on the boy with the cane under his arm.
For answer the boy snatched the cane away.

"What do you say ?" he cried haughtily.
"I say you be off out of my glass-houses, Master Philip.