"No, it isn't all there is about it," said Roland passionately. "You have insultedme, and you are going to be flogged. You may just make up your mind to that."
"How have I insulted you?"
"You threw me down."
"Suppose I hadn't. What would have happened to me?"
"I would have whipped you if you hadn't taken me by surprise."
Oliver shrugged his shoulders.
Apparently Roland didn't propose to renew the fight. Oliver watched him warily, suspecting a sudden attack, but it was not made. Roland turned toward the house, merely discharging this last shaft at his young conqueror:
"You'll get it when my father gets home."
"Your ball is in the road," said the gardener. "It will be lost."
"No, it won't. Oliver will have to bring it in yet."