“I’m not,” said Mark very angrily.
“Yes, you are; you were asleep.”
“I don’t care.”
“I will tie you up.”
“You shan’t.”
“If you sleep at your post, you have to be tied to a tree, you know you have, and be left there to starve.”
“I won’t.”
“You must, or till the tigers have you. Do you hear? stand still!”
Bevis tried to secure him, Mark pushed him in turn.
“You’re a wretch.”