He stooped as he spoke, and picked up a large, round stone.
“Don’t yer dare!” cried the farmer, in alarm.
“Then come down. You had no right to hit me with the whip, and I want to settle with you.”
Carrow looked at the determined youth, and grew just a bit nervous. He knew Bob was a good shot with a stone, and he did not fancy getting such a missile in the head.
“Do you want me to give you more of the whip?” he asked, but in a milder tone.
“Never mind. Come down.”
Instead of complying, Carrow spoke to his horse. The animal took a step forward, but Bob promptly stopped him.
“Let go the hoss!” cried the farmer.
“I won’t, and, what is more, I want you to come down. I’ll give you just half a minute to do it in.”
Carrow hesitated and then jumped to the ground, wondering what would come next.