I soon grew quite accustomed to reading, and found that Mr Jabez Rowle meant what he said about keeping to me, for I was regularly installed as reading-boy, and, as I have said, I was delighted with the change. I often met Jem Smith, and, from his looks, it was evident that he bore me no good will, and, to be frank, I felt rather revengeful for his treatment. One day, during the dinner hour, I went down into the lower part before the men came back, and, after getting some slips which Mr Rowle had told me to have ready for him, my enemy pounced upon me, coming in at the door just as I was about to leave. "Now I've got yer, then," he cried, with a malicious grin, and, rushing at me, I had only time to evade the first onslaught by running round the frames, when a hot chase ensued, ending in my being brought to bay, and receiving blow after blow from my stronger antagonist. I did all I could to defend myself, till, closing with me, he held me tight with one arm, and struck me so cruelly in the face, that it roused me to greater efforts, and, after a short wrestle, I was free. It was but a moment's respite before he dashed at me again, and, in my rage and desperation, I struck out at him so fiercely that my fist caught him full between the eyes, making him stagger and catch at the first object he could to save himself, and the result was that he pulled over a full case of small type. There was a crash, I uttered a cry, and some twenty pounds of type were scattered in confusion all over the floor. Before I had recovered from my horror, the door was thrown open, and Mr Grimstone came hurrying in. "What's this--what's this?" he cried. "Please, sir, Grace was playing larks with one of the cases, and he let it fall." "Then Mr Grace shall soon find out what it is to destroy the property of the firm in this wanton way," he cried. "Indeed, sir--" I began. "Not a word, sir--not a word!" he cried. "Smith, go about your work. You, Grace, pick up every bit of that pie at once." "But please, sir, I did not knock it down, and Mr Rowle is waiting for me." "Pick it up, sir." "But Mr Rowle--" "Pick it up, sir." I was so hot and excited that I was about to declare angrily that I would not, when I caught Mr Hallett's eyes gazing fixedly at me, and without a word, but feeling half-choked with anger and indignation, I fetched a galley and began to pick up the fallen type. I had not been engaged in my uncongenial task many minutes before Mr Jabez Rowle came down to see where I was, and I noticed that there was quite a triumphant look in Mr Grimstone's eyes as he said I must stay and pick up all the type, the matter being compromised on the understanding that as soon as the metal was picked up I was to resume my reading upstairs, and, by Mr Grimstone's orders, stay in every dinner-time and get to the office an hour sooner every morning till I had set up and distributed the whole of the pie.