Chapter XX — Before the Battle
Ben's term at school had already extended to eight months. Our hero was thorough in whatever he did, and, having an excellent natural capacity, easily took high rank as a scholar.
"Do you expect to win the prize, Ben?" asked his friend, James Watson.
"I hope to win it," said Ben.
"So does Sam Archer."
"I suppose it lies between us two, unless you step in and carry it off," added Ben, smiling, for he knew that James, who was low in rank, was not at all sensitive on the subject.
"Make yourself easy, Ben; I won't interfere with you. You are my friend, you know, and for your sake I will answer a few questions wrong."
"You always were considerate, James. You have relieved my mind of a load of anxiety."
"Don't mention it, Ben. I shan't feel the sacrifice."