You give me a gang, and in a week's time, if there's an innocent man, or a man who wants to do the right thing, or one who's been always wrong and could be worked up into the right, I'll pick him out.

Here you, Twenty-five, I've got my eye on you, and you'd better make an end of those monkey faces, unless you want the cat." "The cat ?" said Nic.
"Yes, sir, with nine tails.

That's the punishment for convicts who won't behave themselves, assigned servants and all.

You'll soon know all about the lash when you get out to your father's station." "I'm sure I shall not," said Nic indignantly.

"My father is too humane a man." "That's right, sir.