“I’ll leave you alone,” snarled the farmer. “How do yer like thet, you scamp!”
He pulled his whip from the socket, swung the end in the air, and brought the lash down on Bob’s back.
The blow was a heavy one, and it hurt. Bob sprang back, his eyes blazing like stars.
“What did you do that for?” he demanded.
“Ter teach you a lesson.”
“Come down off of that seat.”
“What fer?”
“Come down and I’ll show you.”
“I reckon I won’t accommodate ye!” returned Carrow, pulling up on his reins. “Let thet be a lesson to yer!”
“If you don’t come down, I’ll throw this at you,” cried Bob.