The boy burrowed deeper and deeper into the sacks.
"Here, come out of it." The owner of the first voice took him by the ear and dragged him out of the wagon.
"What's yer name?"
No answer.
His captor shook him roughly.
"Enry Arper," whimpered the boy.
"Enry what?"
"Enry Arper."
"Enry Arper, is it? Well, you are going to have something to 'arp for, you are, my lad."
"Ever had the birch rod, Mister Enry Arper?" inquired the first voice with a kind of grim pleasantness.