I'm not going to make a raree-show of myself to please them." "Nor I neither," cried Ralph.

"But," he added hastily, "you know I'm not afraid ?" "Say you know that I'm not afraid either, and I'll say the same." "Oh, I'll say that," replied Ralph, "because I know it." "That's right, then," said Mark; "and we can finish having it out another time." "Of course.

I say, though, your leg's bleeding a good deal." "Oh, never mind that.

So's your arm." "Can't be deep," said Ralph, "because it only smarts a bit.

I say, look there! That's Captain Purlrose upon the stone, and he's making signals again." The wide ring of men saw the signs made by the burly figure above, and they all wrapped their cloaks round their left arms, and then drew their swords.
"Then they do mean to fight," cried Mark excitedly.
"Yes, but they don't come on.