“Well, we shall see,” he said, looking at me curiously. “What did you do with the money?”
“What money?”
“That Mr Dempster said you took.”
“He didn’t take any!” cried Esau indignantly. “He knocked us about, and we hit him again, and he got the worst of it.”
“Oh, that’s it, is it? Come, my lad, that’s not true.”
“It is, sir, indeed,” I said earnestly.
“But look at your handkerchief. Seems to me you got the worst of it.”
“Oh, that’s nothing,” I said.
“You had a regular scrimmage, then?”
“Yes, sir,” I said; and I told him exactly how it happened.