“Then I shall be Roland.”
“No; you must be a traitor.”
“But I want to fight your side,” said Mark.
“How many are there we can get to make the war?”
They consulted, and soon reckoned up fourteen or fifteen.
“It will be jolly awful,” said Mark; “there will be heaps of slain.”
“Let’s have Troy,” said Bevis.
“That’s too slow,” said Mark; “it lasted ten years.”
“Alexander the Great—let’s see; whom did he fight?”
“I don’t know; people nobody ever heard of—nobody particular, Indians and Persians and all that sort.”