"Get out of the way you little imp," he shouted, in the midst of his struggles with the animal. "What do you mean by riding in a public road scaring horses this way?"
"Mummy said Boy could ride down hill," answered the child, holding his ground staunchly.
"I'll mummy you!" The man's exasperation was increased by the child's resistance. "Get out of the way!"
"Boy, come straight here to me," Tess called, trying to pass the excited animal.
The child picked up the rope fastened to his sled, gave it a jerk and started toward his mother. Frightened by the flash of the sled in the snow, the horse reared and plunged anew.
"Drop that sled and get out of here!" Ebenezer thundered. "How many times must I tell you? Get out!"
Tess called again, but Boy flung up a red, angry face to the elder.
"Mummy said I could slide," he repeated stubbornly.
"I'll teach you to argue with me," snapped Waldstricker, and before Tess could reach him, he'd raised his arm and given the child a sharp cut with his riding whip. "Get out, I tell you!"
"Mover!" screamed Boy, jumping back and falling over the sled. "Oh, Mover! Mover!"