“Half kill him some day.”
“Why not to-day, sir? Draw up somewhere in a wood, and we’ll all see fair. You can whip him, Master Fred; I know you can. We’ll set them free for a bit, and I’ll stand by you, and Nat shall stand by his young master.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, Samson.”
“’Tisn’t nonsense, sir. You nearly always used to whip him when you two fell out, and you’re bigger and stronger now.”
“But we are in different positions now, Samson,” said Fred, thoughtfully; “and it is impossible.”
“Don’t say that, sir. The men would like to see you whip him for what he did.”
“No, Samson. It could not be done.”
“You aren’t afraid of him, are you, sir?”
“Afraid? How dare you?”
“Oh, I beg pardon, sir. I was only saying so because I thought the men would think you were, for putting up with a crack like that.”