The pair were standing by the stocks, planted in the middle of that green space for the punishment of offending slaves.
As he advanced, Bishop turned to regard him, scowling.

"Where have you been this while ?" he bawled, and although a minatory note was normal to the Colonel's voice, yet Blood felt his heart tightening apprehensively.
"I've been at my work in the town," he answered.

"Mrs.Patch has a fever and Mr.Dekker has sprained his ankle." "I sent for you to Dekker's, and you were not there.

You are given to idling, my fine fellow.

We shall have to quicken you one of these days unless you cease from abusing the liberty you enjoy.