"Yes, you got the worst of it. I advise you to go home and apply
cold water or any other remedy your mother may suggest."

Randolph had already turned away, meaning to return home. Tom joined
him. Randolph would gladly have dispensed with his company, but had
no decent excuse, as Tom's home lay in the same direction as his.

"Well, Randolph, you've won the watch," said Tom, when they were
out of hearing of the other boys.

"Yes," answered Randolph, indifferently. "I don't care so much for
that as for the ten dollars my father is going to give me."

"That's what I thought. You've got another watch, you know--more
valuable."

"Well, what of it?" said Randolph, suspiciously.

"I think you might give me the Waterbury. I haven't got any."

"Why should I give it to you?" answered Randolph, coldly.

"Because but for me you wouldn't have won it, nor the ten
dollars, neither."

"How do you make that out?"

"The teacher said so himself."

"I don't agree to it."