"We know all about you, Magnus minor and I.
There's fellows at our school could lick you into a cocked hat.

You come to our sports one day and see." Hercules, a good deal ruffled, used a considerable amount of idiomatic Greek, and made for the boys with his club.
Fortunately for them, Minerva's shield happened to be lying on the ground close by, and Joe, with great presence of mind, recalling his classics for the occasion, took it up and presented it at the giant.
Naturally, he turned to stone on the spot; and as at that particular moment he had one foot off the ground, his club above his head, and his mouth wide open, the effect was striking.
They amused themselves for a short time playing Aunt Sally at him; and then, getting rather tired of the whole affair, looked about them for some way of escaping.
They met Cupid, the boy that belonged to Venus, prowling about with his bow and arrow.
"Hullo, kid!" said Magnus.

"Here you are--three shots a penny, and twopence if you hit me at twenty yards!" Cupid aimed and missed, and then very foolishly began to cry.
"What are you blubbering at ?" asked Joe.

"You young soft!" Cupid said he was miserable.

Everybody up there bullied him, and he couldn't hit anything nowadays with his bow and arrows.
"Jack it up then, and come to our school," said Magnus, slapping him on the back.