"You are a liar," and another and a severer blow.
"Whar is they?"
"I give 'em to Miss Jane, Masser, indeed I did."
"Take that, you liar," and again he struck her, and thus he continued until he had to stop from exhaustion. There she stood, partially naked, bleeding at every wound, yet none of us dared go near and offer her even a glass of cold water.
"Has she told where they are?" asked Miss Tildy.
"No, she says she give 'em to you."
"Well, she tells an infamous lie; and I hope you will beat her until pain forces her to acknowledge what she has done with them."
"Oh, I'll git it out of her yet, and by blood, too."
"Yes, father, Amy needs a good whipping," said Miss Jane, "for she has been sulky ever since we took her in the house. Two or three times I've thought of asking you to have her taken to the post."
"Yes, I've noticed that she's give herself a good many ars. It does me rale good to take 'em out of her."