“You won’t fire any stones?”
“No, I won’t promise.”
“Very well. Then you may lie here a little longer.”
So the two remained in their old position. Five minutes passed, and James renewed his demand.
“As soon as you will say that you won’t fire any more stones you shall get up.”
“I don’t mean to,” said James, sullenly.
“All right! That’s all I want,” said Harry; and he relaxed his hold upon his prostrate foe, and rose to his feet.
James picked himself up, and glared at Harry with a look by no means friendly.
“You shall pay for this,” he said.