“You’re right, stranger,” said the Pike man complacently.
“What did you do when the teacher give you a lickin’?” asked Mr. Bickford.
“What did I do?” yelled the Pike County man, with a demoniac frown.
“Exactly so.”
“I shot him!” said the Pike man briefly.
“Sho! How many teachers did you shoot when you was a boy?”
“Only one. The rest heard of it and never dared touch me.”
“So you could play hookey and cut up all you wanted to?”
“You’re right, stranger.”
“They didn’t manage that way at Pumpkin Hollow,” said Mr. Bickford. “Boys ain’t quite so handy with shootin’-irons. When the master flogged us we had to stand it.”