given me this week, and show him my arm which is black to the shoulder."
Hindley put out his tongue, and cuffed him over the ears.
"You'd better do it, at once," he persisted escaping to the porch, (they were in the stable) "you will have to, and, if I speak, of these blows, you'll get them again with interest."
"Off dog!" cried Hindley, threatening him with an iron weight, used for weighing potatoes, and hay.
"Throw it," he replied, standing still, "and then I'll tell how you boasted that you would turn me out of doors as soon as he died, and see whether he will not turn you out directly."
Hindley threw it, hitting him on the breast and down he fell but staggered up, immediately, breathless and white, and had not I prevented it he would have gone just so to the master, and got full revenge by letting
