"Roger," said the trembling lad, whose age might have been six, and was certainly not more.
Jeremiah gave him a violent shaking. "Say 'sir'; say 'Roger, sir.'"
"Roger, sir."
"Say it louder. If you cry, I'll chop you into little bits."
"Roger, sir."
"What are you doing here?"
"Nothing, sir."
"How dare you do nothing? Bow to me."
The frightened little chap bowed, whipping off his cap at Jeremiah's command.
"Bow three times. Lower—lower—lower!" The little chap obeyed, bowing almost to the stones.