"Oh, looking around a little. We're all coming this afternoon."
"You are, eh? Do you expect to crawl under the tent?"
"No, we're going to pay our way in; Jim and Joe didn't know whether they could come or not, but it's all fixed now."
"I watch outside with this cart-whip for boys that try to crawl under, and it's fun when I bring the lash down on 'em. Do you see?"
As he spoke, Bud gave a flourish with the whip, whirling the lash about his head and causing it to snap like a firecracker.
CHAPTER VII. "THE LION IS LOOSE!"
"I'll show you how it works," he called out, with a grin, and without a word of warning he whirled it about the legs and bodies of the boys, who jumped with pain and started to run.
He followed them just as the teacher did before, delivering blows rapidly, every one of which fairly burned and blistered where it struck. Bud laughed and enjoyed it, because he was inflicting suffering, and he would have caused serious injury had not one of the men shouted to him to stop.