“No! Not if I’m squashed:—no, that I won’t,” said Val, frantically struggling.
“What’s the use?” said Scipio. “You may just as well—the battle’s won, and it’s no use your fighting.”
“Where’s Pompey?” asked Val Crassus.
“Run away,” said Mark promptly.
“Then where’s Bevis?”
“After him of course,” said Mark.
“I don’t believe it; did any one see Pompey run? Phil, did you?”—to the prisoner.
“Don’t know,” said Varro, sullenly. “Don’t care. If he had done as I said he would have won. Yes, I saw him leave the fight.”
“Now will you give in?” said Mark. “Or must we chop you till you do.”
“Chop away,” said Val defiantly.