“I shall beat you easily.”
“That you won’t,” very warmly.
“Indeed I shall,” said Bevis quite composedly, “as I am Caesar I shall beat you very easily.”
“Of course we shall,” added Mark.
“You won’t; I’ve got the biggest soldiers, and I shall drive you anyhow.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I’ve got Val and Phil and Tim, and I mean to have Ike, so now—”
“There, I told you,” said Mark to Bevis. “He’s got all the biggest, and Ike is a huge big donk of a fellow.”
“It’s no use,” said Bevis, not in the least ruffled; “I shall beat you.”
“Not you,” said Ted, hot and red in the face. “Why I’ll pitch you in the water first.”