"I'd kick him hard," added Edwin.
"I bet it's that tell-tale Edson; he ought to be thumped!" I suggested.
While we were talking, William came and sat down with us. Every now and then a quivering sigh would escape him, although he tried not to show that he had been crying. Little Bob, believing as we did that William had been whipped, and, desiring to express sympathy, said, "Say, did it hurt?" William did not answer; nobody ever answered Bob.
"What did Gray-beard do to you?" I asked, turning to William.
"He made me sit down and say a commandment one hundred times."
"Which one was it? Say it to us."
"I don't want to say it; I said it enough." After a pause he asked, "What is swear?"
"When you call God names, that's swear," said Warren.
"I don't do that. I know God, it's the same Omahas call Wa-kon-da; but I don't know what means lord."