with a larger boy, and Franz and Paul ran to his assistance. But
the big boy was victor, leaving Fritz on the field of battle with a
bleeding nose, Franz with a bruise upon his forehead, and Paul with a
fiery-red cheek, caused by slaps from the hand of the foe. From that
hour the three united for life or death in an alliance for defense
against an enemy and resolved to provide themselves with weapons, also a
place to keep them when not in active service; said place to be called
the armory.

It was a subject of much thought and discussion to secure a suitable
place, but at length Franz brought the welcome news that his father had
sold the calf that day, and the nice shed it had occupied was vacant.
This was delightful news and when school was out they hurried there,
drove nails in the board walls, and hung up their spears which were made
of pine wood, and, like the shields hanging beside them, were glistening
with gold and silver paper. On the opposite wall were the sombre bows
and arrows, brightened, however, by the nearness of three brilliant
helmets with waving plumes made of black yarn.

The array of weapons seemed so warlike that it called to memory the
battle between the Grecians and the Trojans as recorded in Homer's
_Iliad_, which their class was reading in school; and they then and
there decided to take the names of their favorite Greek heroes.

"I will be Odysseus," said Fritz.

"I will be Achilles," responded Franz.

"And I," said Paul after due reflection, "will be Patroclus."

"And let us call that fellow that fought us a Trojan," suggested Franz.

"Agreed," cried Fritz. "Let us call all of our enemies Trojans."

This proposition was received with warmth and they solemnly shook hands
to clinch the compact.

It was a shadow to their enjoyment that while there was an outside bolt
to their armory, there was no lock and key, and there were plenty of
Trojans in school who would wish no better amusement than to break in
and carry off the weapons. To prevent such a catastrophe, it was decided
that the moment school was out, one of them must run to the armory and
remain on guard until all the boys had gone to their homes. They were to
take turns in this duty, and Franz was appointed as sentinel for that
evening.

When he reached the shed he heard the sound of movement inside the
armory, yet the bolt was not withdrawn. He stood a moment in mute wonder
for he could not understand how a Trojan could get in w