Quicksilver: The Boy With No Skid to His Wheel

by George Manville Fenn

There was no reply.

“Now no subterfuges,” said the doctor sharply.

Peter looked at Dan’l in dismay, but Dan’l spoke out—

“Well, sir, beg pardon, sir, that young cub come up to the side abusing Master Dexter, and calling him names, and he let us have it too.”

“Yes; go on.”

“Well, sir, Master Dexter was a-chafing like a greyhound again his collar, and Peter and me fetched the old wooden cistern, and let him punt hisself across, and the way he went into him, sir—boy half as big again as hisself, and—”

“That will do,” said the doctor sternly. “Here, Dexter! Come here, sir!”

Dexter turned in dismay, and came faltering back.

“The moment he is home again!” said the doctor angrily.

“Yah! Coward! G’ome, g’ome!” yelled Bob, jumping up on seeing his enemy in retreat. “Come here again and I’ll knock yer silly. Yah!”