"Neither would you if you had been dragged half a dozen miles by the back of the neck," snapped the fat boy.
"How far?" asked Lilly.
"Half a dozen miles."
"Is there any water near here, Mr. Lilly?" asked Tad. "Master Stacy's body is covered with blood and scratches."
"Yes. You-all lead him over here to the right. I reckon we can find some water."
"I don't want any water," wailed Stacy.
"Yes you do," insisted Tad.
"I don't. I guess I know what I want and what I don't want. Water will make it hurt. I want something to eat. All my breakfast has been shaken down until I can't feel it at all."
Tad nodded to the guide, who tethered his horse and hurried away to fetch water. In the meantime Butler was removing Chunky's torn clothes. Even the underclothing had been torn to shreds.
"My, what a mauling you did get," observed Walter sympathetically.