“True!” muttered Alexis, though in no wise taken aback. “It was in another fight where I killed six men. I always get them mixed up. In that fight—”
“Save that for another time,” said Hal, restraining his laughter with difficulty.
“Don’t you want to hear it?” demanded Alexis in surprise. “I always like to hear a story of a good fight.”
“I believe you would rather tell one,” replied Hal.
Alexis looked very much crestfallen.
“Do you think I made that up?” he asked in consternation. “Why, I can tell you of other fights I have had that—”
“I don’t doubt it at all,” said Hal. “I am willing to admit that you can draw the long bow to the Queen’s taste.”
“Draw the long bow?” repeated Alexis, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“It wouldn’t do for me to tell you,” replied Hal chuckling to himself. “Ask someone else.”
Alexis turned to Chester.