"I didn't know but he might be there," Ellen forced herself to say.
"Then you didn't believe me?" said he, always with that same smile upon his face; Ellen knew that.
"Now that warn't handsome of you and I'm agoing to punish you for it, somehow or 'nother; but it ain't pretty to quarrel with ladies, so Brownie and me'll settle it together. You won't mind that, I dare say."
"What are you going to do?" said Ellen, as he once more drew her down to the side of the fence.
"Get off and you'll see," said he, laughing "get off and you'll see."
"What do you want to do?" repeated Ellen, though scarce able to speak the words.
"I'm just going to tickle Brownie a little, to teach you to believe honest folks when they speak the truth; get off!"
"No, I won't," said Ellen, throwing both arms round the neck of her pony; "poor Brownie! you shan't do it. He hasn't done any harm, nor I either; you are a bad man!"
"Get off!" repeated Mr. Saunders.
"I will not!" said Ellen, still clinging fast.