“You’ll do that act, I say, and that ends it!” howled Porler.
He looked around the tent, and, espying a whip lying near a trunk, picked it up.
“Do you see this?” he demanded.
“Oh, don’t whip me, please!”
“Promise to do as I wish you to or I’ll break this whip over your bare back, you rascal!”
“No, no!”
Mart tried to shrink back from the man, but he sprang forward and clutched him by the arm.
Yet the upraised whip never descended.
The back canvas of the tent was pushed up and Leo appeared.
He caught the whip and twisted it from Porler’s hand.