"I shot them."
"And you gave them to him?" asked Sam, surprised.
"Well, yes, after a little squabble," and Bob related the adventure of the morning.
"How brave you are, Bob!" said Sam admiringly. "You actually had a quarrel with Uncle Aaron?"
"Yes," answered Bob, with a smile. "When I got through, your uncle was lying on his back resting. I threw down two of the chickens, as much for your sake as any other reason. I hope you'll get your share."
"I saw the chickens in the kitchen before I came away, and wondered where they came from. I knew Uncle Aaron wouldn't buy them."
"No; I think he's afraid of a gun."
"And you are afraid of him?"
"I can't help it, Bob. He flogs me sometimes with a horsewhip."