"
"Now you look-a-here!" began Mr. Hardee, "I won't have you, nor
anybody else, interferin' with my hired help. I---"
"I'm not interfering except to stop you from horsewhipping a boy,"
said Mr. Bobbsey. "Any one has a right to do that."
"Humph!" was all the farmer said, as he over and picked up the
horsewhip Mr. Bobbsey had taken from him. The twins' father thought
perhaps the farmer was going to use it again, but he did not. Mr.
Hardee turned to Will and said:
"Get along up to the house, and eat your supper! There's lots o' work
to be done afore dark. An' if I catch you fishin' any more, I'll make
you---"
"But I wasn't fishin' except at the noon hour," the boy interrupted.
"That's enough of your talk!" the farmer cried as he walked toward the
barn. "Go on!"
Mr. Bobbsey went back to the houseboat.
"It's all right," he said cheerfully to his wife and children. "I made
him stop hurting Will."
"Did he--did he hit him very hard?" asked Freddie, for punishment of
that sort was totally unknown in the Bobbsey home. Of course the
children did not always do right, but they were punished by having
some pleasure taken away from them, and never whipped.
"No, Will wasn't much hurt," said Mr. Bobbsey, for he did not want his
children, or their cousins, to worry too much over what they had seen.
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