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“Look here, dragon,” interrupted the Boy, a little jealous on behalf of his friend, who seemed to be getting all the worst of the bargain: “I don’t quite see where you come in! There’s to be a fight, apparently, and you’re to be licked; and what I want to know is, what are you going to get out of it?” “St. George,” said the dragon, “Just tell him, please, — what will happen after I’m vanquished in the deadly combat?” “Well, according to the rules I suppose I shall lead you in triumph down to the market-place or whatever answers to it,” said St. George. “Precisely,” said the dragon. “And then — ” “And then there’ll be shoutings and speeches and things,” continued St. George. “And I shall explain that you’re converted, and see the error of your ways, and so on.” “Quite so,” said the dra