“Mischief to us,” cried Ralph.
“Or me,” said Mark suspiciously.
“To us, I tell you,” cried Ralph.—“You won’t give in?”
“No; will you?”
“Not if you’ll stand by me.”
“And I will,” cried Mark excitedly.
“But you are wounded.”
“So are you.”
“I don’t feel it now.”
“No more do I. Hurrah, then; let them come on!”