"The teacher said so himself."
"I don't agree to it."
"You can't deny it. Luke was seven or eight rods ahead when I got in his way."
"Then it was lucky for me."
"It isn't lucky for me. My head hurts awfully."
"I'm very sorry, of course."
"That won't do me any good. Come, Randolph, give me the watch, like a good fellow."
"Well, you've got cheek, I must say. I want the watch myself."
"And is that all the satisfaction I am to get for my broken head?" exclaimed Tom, indignantly.
Randolph was a thoroughly mean boy, who, if he had had a dozen watches, would have wished to keep them all for himself.