“I'll dad him! I'll learn him!” roared David half through the window.
At the moment Sam'l Todd came floundering furiously round the corner, closely followed by 'Enry and oor Job.
“Is he dead?” shouted Sam'l seeing the prostrate form.
“Ho! ho!” went the other two.
They picked up the draggled little man and hustled him out of the yard like a thief, a man on either side and a man behind.
As they forced him through the gate, he struggled round.
“By Him that made ye! ye shall pay for this, David M'Adam, you and yer—”
But Sam'l's big hand descended on his mouth, and he was borne away before that last ill word had flitted into being.