"In the circus last evening."
"No, I don't mean that—before that."
"In your own field, trying to whip a poor boy who was going to call the doctor for his sick mother."
"Look here, boy," said Tarbox, reddening; "none of your impudence!"
"Did I tell the truth?" asked Robert quietly.
"Never mind whether you did or not. I ain't going to stand any of your impudence. Where's that big brute Enoch?"
"If you mean Anak, I left him in the tent."
"He needn't think he can go round insulting and committing assault and battery on his betters," said Tarbox.
"You can tell him that if you like, sir; I am not responsible for him."