"Vassily Terentyev," my comrade began in a firm voice, "six weeks ago you took from under this very apple-tree the watch we hid there. You had no right to do so; it does not belong to you. Give it back at once!"
Vassily was taken aback, but at once recovered himself.
"What watch? What are you talking about? God bless you! I have no watch!"
"I know what I am saying and don't tell lies. You've got the watch, give it back."
"I've not got your watch."
"Then how was it that in the eating-house, you..." I began, but David stopped me.
"Vassily Terentyev!" he pronounced in a hollow, threatening voice, "we know for a fact that you have the watch. You are told honourably to give it back and if you don't..."
Vassily sniggered insolently.
"Then what will you do with me then? Eh?"
"What will we do? We will both fight with you till you beat us or we beat you."