Plop!
“He struck me, then, in the chest, pa, and knocked me right down in among the bushes.”
“No, he did not,” I exclaimed indignantly; “it was I.”
“It was not; it was that man,” cried Philip; and Ike burst out into a hearty laugh.
“Am I to order you out of the room, sir?” cried Sir Francis, severely.
“All right, your worship! No,” cried Ike.
Plop!
“Now, Philip, go on.”
“Yes, pa. I’m not very strong, and he shook me and banged me about ever so; but I was determined that I would not let him go, and held on till we heard you come; and then instead of trying to get away any more he turned round and began to drag me towards you, pretending that he had caught me, when I had caught him, you know.”
“Go and sit down,” said Sir Francis. “You boys talk well.”