“We ought not to fight now,” said Bevis. “You know we are exploring, people never fight then, else the savages kill those who are left; they wait till they get home, and then fight.”
“So they do,” said Mark; “but I shall not be left tied to a tree.”
“Very well, not this time. Now we must shake hands.”
They shook hands, and Pan, seeing that there was now no danger of a chance knock from a flying stick, came forth from the bush where he had taken shelter.
“But you want everything your own way,” said Mark sulkily.
“Of course I do,” said Bevis, glaring at him, “I’m captain.”
“But you do when you are not captain.”
“You are a big story.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”