“Exciting? Yes! Only I couldn’t understand.”
“But your captain could, my boy, and won the fight. Here, catch hold of this; and next time you throw your spear, pick up another, sharp.”
“But oughtn’t you to have given me one directly? You taught me something of the kind.”
“So I did, boy; but you see I have been out of practice for many years, and forgot my duty in the hurry of the fight; but I won’t do so again.”
Chapter Nineteen.
Old Serge muses.
“Sure you are not hurt, boy?” said Serge, as they stood waiting by the chariot for further orders, their sturdy little driver taking advantage of the opportunity to carefully attend to his steeds.
“Hurt? No!” cried Marcus. “I only feel hot and excited.”