"What are you going to do with him?"
"Take him with me wherever I go."
"And if anyone tries to whip him, what are you going to do?"
"Kill the feller that tries it;" Mars. Bob answered fiercely; and Old Master leaned back and laughed. "You musn't kill anybody if you can help it," he said. "Now run on."
We ran out into the yard and tumbled upon the grass under a tree.
"You belong to me, don't you?" said Bob.
"Yes."
"Are you glad?"
"I don't know yet."