“I will, if you will.”
“And you won’t think I don’t want to fight you now?”
“Well, I can’t help thinking that. You don’t want to, do you?”
Mark frowned, and was silent for a few moments, before saying hurriedly:
“I want to fight the enemy of my house, but I don’t want to fight you in particular. You see, it seems strange, after we’ve fought together against another enemy.”
“It doesn’t seem strange to me,” said Ralph quietly; “it seems stupid.”
“But I’m not afraid.”
“I don’t think I am,” said Ralph. “I think we showed we were not afraid when I wounded you.”
“I wounded you too,” said Mark hotly.
“Yes. Well, then, don’t let’s fight this morning.”