Go and wash your faces; and remember, Dan, if you break any more of the rules again, you will be sent away.

That was the bargain; do your part and we will do ours." The lads went off, and after a few more words to the spectators, Mr.
Bhaer followed to bind up the wounds of the young gladiators.

Emil went to bed sick, and Dan was an unpleasant spectacle for a week.
But the lawless lad had no thought of obeying, and soon transgressed again.
One Saturday afternoon as a party of the boys went out to play, Tommy said, "Let's go down to the river, and cut a lot of new fish-poles." "Take Toby to drag them back, and one of us can ride him down," proposed Stuffy, who hated to walk.
"That means you, I suppose; well, hurry up, lazy-bones," said Dan.
Away they went, and having got the poles were about to go home, when Demi unluckily said to Tommy, who was on Toby with a long rod in his hand, "You look like the picture of the man in the bull-fight, only you haven't got a red cloth, or pretty clothes on." "I'd like to see one; there's old Buttercup in the big meadow, ride at her, Tom, and see her run," proposed Dan, bent on mischief.
"No, you mustn't," began Demi, who was learning to distrust Dan's propositions.
"Why not, little fuss-button ?" demanded Dan.
"I don't think Uncle Fritz would like it." "Did he ever say we must not have a bull-fight ?" "No, I don't think he ever did," admitted Demi.
"Then hold your tongue.

Drive on, Tom, and here's a red rag to flap at the old thing.

I'll help you to stir her up," and over the wall went Dan, full of the new game, and the rest followed like a flock of sheep; even Demi, who sat upon the bars, and watched the fun with interest.
Poor Buttercup was not in a very good mood, for she had been lately bereft of her calf, and mourned for the little thing most dismally.