He was pervaded by the first pang of uneasiness.

It occurred to him that all here might not be as friendly as appeared.
"And there's another matter," Mr.Blood resumed.

"There's a matter of a flogging that's due to me.

Ye're a man of your word in such matters, Colonel--if not perhaps in others--and ye said, I think, that ye'd not leave a square inch of skin on my back." The planter waved the matter aside.

Almost it seemed to offend him.
"Tush! Tush! After this splendid deed of yours, do you suppose I can be thinking of such things ?" "I'm glad ye feel like that about it.