Brutality isn't
respectable here, my lad. You'd better find your way within the
rebel lines, and then perhaps you can gratify your propensity for
whipping the helpless."
"Some day I'll be revenged on you for this," said John, turning
wrathfully upon Frank. "Perhaps you think I don't mean it, but
the day will come when you'll remember what I say."
"I wish you no harm, John," said Frank composedly, "but I sha'n't
stand by and see you beat a boy like Pomp."
"No," said the farmer sternly; "and if ever I hear of your doing
it, I'll horsewhip you till you beg for mercy. Now go home, and
carry your disgrace with you."
Mr. Maynard spoke contemptuously, but with decision, and pointed
up the road.
With smothered wrath John obeyed his order, because he saw that
it would not be safe to refuse.
"I'll come up with him yet," he muttered to himself, as he walked
quietly toward home. "If he doesn't rue this day, my name isn't
John Haynes."
John did not see fit to make known the circumstances of his
quarrel with Frank, feeling, justly, that neither his design nor
the result would reflect any credit upon himself.
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