"As for your age, why, it ought to know better; and as for your size, why, the more room for this!" It never came into Daniel's head that he should either resist or run away.

But into his heart came the deadly sense of disgrace at being flogged, even by his own father, at full age to have a wife and even children of his own.
"Father," he said, as he pulled off his coat and red striped shirt, and showed his broad white back, "if you do this thing, you will never set eyes on my face again--so help me God!" "Don't care if I don't," the captain shouted.

"You was never son of mine, to be a runagate, and traitor.

How old be you, Master Free and Frisky, to larn me how the world goes on ?" "As if you didn't know, father! The fifteenth of last March I was twenty years of age." "Then one for each year of your life, my lad, and another to make a man of thee.

This little tickler hath three tails; seven threes is twenty-one--comes just right." When his father had done with him, Dan went softly up the dark staircase of old ship timber, and entering his own little room, struck a light.
He saw that his bed was turned down for him, by the loving hand of his mother, and that his favourite brother Solomon, the youngest of the Tugwell race, was sleeping sweetly in the opposite cot.