“Nonsense!” said the boy, laughing.
“Oh, it’s true enough, Master Roy. Here, you stand all quite stiff and straight, and I’ll show you.”
“No, thank you, Ben. Suppose I try it on you.”
“There you are, then,” said the man; “but I must have one, too, for a guard.”
He handed the boy the sword, and took up another waiting to be cleaned from galling rust, and, throwing himself on guard, he cried—
“Now then, cut!”
“No; too dangerous,” said Roy.
“Not a bit, my lad, because you couldn’t touch me.”
“I could,” said Roy, “where I liked.”
“Try, then.”