Whop!
That last was a severe crack given to admonish the big bony horse old Teggley drove; but he was a merciful man to his beast, and always hit on the pad, the collar, or the shafts.
“S’pose I like to go for a cabin-boy, ’tain’t no business of yours, is it?” cried Bob snappishly.
“Not a bit, my lad, not a bit. I’ll take your sea-chest over to Barnstaple for you when you go.”
“No, you won’t,” grumbled Bob viciously, “for I won’t have one.”
“Ahoy! Bigley,” I shouted, looking out from under the tilt. “Hooray for school!”
“Aha! Look at him—look at him!” shouted Bob, whose whole manner changed as soon as he saw Bigley’s doleful face. “I say, old Grey, here’s a little boy crying because he is going back to school.”
Bigley did not say anything, only gave Bob a reproachful glance as he handed his box up to the carrier, and then climbed in.
“Gently, Mars Uggles’on,” cried the old carrier, who seemed to consider that he had a right like other people to joke Bigley about his size; “gently, my lad, or you’ll break the sharps. I didn’t know I was going to have a two-horse load.”
“Look here, old Teggley Grey!” cried Bigley firing up; “if you say another word about my being so large, I’ll pitch you out of the back of the cart, and drive into Barnstaple without you.”