I'm sorry we fought; you'll shake hands, won't you ?" Green made no movement, and Nic drew closer and held out his hand again.
"Come on," he said; "I'm sorry now; shake hands." But Green did not move.

He sat there crouched together, till Tomlins went behind him.
"He's asleep," cried the little fellow.

"I'll give him a job like he gave me, and wake him up." Green spun round upon the bottom of his spine and faced his little tormentor, who started back with a cry of mock alarm.
"Here, hi, Nic!" he shouted.

"Hold him back.

He's going to bite." Nic made a rush, not to protect Tomlins, but to seize him and drag him away.
"If you tease him again, I'll kick you too," he whispered.