"It will take an awful long time! He takes all day over the papers."
"Yes; but he has got to think of the answers, and we shall not have to do anything of the kind. We can copy a lot of what he has written—you reading and I writing. Then we just take our set of papers back and put them with the others, and we destroy his, and who is to know a thing about it?"
"I don't like it," protested Dobson. "I know that we shall get caught one of these days, and then we shall be expelled, and it will be all your fault."
"Then you have just got to like it!" retorted Elgert; and Dobson burst out furiously—
"Oh, have I? Think I am going to be ordered about by you, Horace Elgert! Why have I got to like it, pray?"
"Because you changed that five-pound note!"
"But you gave it to me," retorted Dobson, changing colour, and falling back upon his old plea; and Elgert laughed.
"You prove that, if you can. You are the only one implicated in it."
"You are a jolly mean sneak!" cried his companion; and again Elgert laughed, this time rather menacingly.