A second tap brought him to all fours, with his mistress's hand fastened in the hair of his head.
"That'll do, Hen.

These soft-hearted folk ain't goin' to let ye chaw the gentleman up to-day, but, if ever I set eyes on either of the scum agin, I'll give the varmints what's comin' to 'em, and I'll do it sudden-like, and I'll do it so it stays done, and there won't be nobody to stop me next time.

If ye don't believe it, jest give me the chance.

And to think I had to waste a perfectly good pot of coffee on that timber-robber's head.

He's a skin and a tight-wad, and I'll bet my month's wage that he robs the birds of their eggs to save the price of keepin' a hen of his own." "Please! Please," begged Grace laughingly.