“You stupe—I know that; but if there’s a plank, that’s not dangerous then.”
“Stupe” was their word for stupid. He waded out till the water was over his shoulders, and tried to lift him.
“Don’t—don’t,” said Mark. Bevis began to lean his chest on the water.
“If you’re captain,” cried Mark, “you ought not to.”
“No more I ought,” said Bevis, coming back. “Get my bow.”
“What for?”
“Go and get my bow.”
“I shan’t, if you say it like that.”
“You shall. Am I not captain?”
Mark was caught by his own argument, and went out on the sward for the bow.