“Don’t do that. Stop it, I say!” came in terrified tones from Sallie.
Swish!
The whip cut through the air where Nick a moment before had been.
He had stepped to one side as he saw the farmer prepare to strike.
The farmer, overbalanced by his savage move, had fallen out after the whip.
“My heavens! He is killed!” screamed Sallie.
“No, he is not; it would take a harder fall than that to kill your worthy cousin,” said Nick reassuringly.
Nick leaped lightly to the ground, and, gathering the farmer in his arms, he tossed him back into the wagon.
It was as pretty a piece of athletic work as Nick had ever done.
Sallie sat with her mouth open. When she recovered from her surprise, she said: