24/26 "I've been too soft with you," he said at last. "But that's to be mended." And he tightened his lips. "I'll have the rods to you, until there's not an inch of skin left on your dirty back." "Will ye so? "And will ye tell that to his excellency, him with the gout in his foot so bad that he can't stand? "If you're alive when my blacks have done with you, perhaps you'll come to your senses." He swung to his negroes to issue an order. |