He raised the horse-whip, and in an instant Sam's legs—he was standing now—felt the cruel lash.
"Won't, hey?" repeated his uncle. "We'll see."
"Help!" screamed Sam. "Will no one help me?"
"I reckon not," answered his uncle, mockingly, and he raised his whip once more.
But before the lash could descend, it was snatched from him, and, turning angrily, he confronted Bob Burton, fierce and indignant, and saw Clip standing just behind him.
CHAPTER XI. AN ANGRY CONFERENCE.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you brute!" exclaimed Bob.
"Do you want me to thrash you, too?" snarled Wolverton, angrily.