Mr.Price saw that unless he early mastered him, he would not be able to do so, for Robert was rapidly growing larger.

The gloomy taint in Hugh Price's blood was his religion, which was austere and wrathful.

He could assume a character of firmness when he chose to do so, and then, despite his silk, lace, and ruffles, he became terrible.
One day when Robert had exhibited a strong spirit of insubordination, he took his arm and, sitting on a chair, held him standing before him for a long time, gazing into his face.

The little fellow met his glance without quailing, though he could feel his heart within his bosom giving great thumps.
"Robert," he said, pressing his lips firmly together, "do you know what I do if my horse or dog will not obey me ?" "No," was the answer.
"I beat him and make him smart until I have conquered him.

I would drain every drop of blood from his veins, but I would conquer him." Glaring at him with a fury that made the strong man wince, the lad answered: "If you beat me I will kill you." For several minutes the stepfather sat glaring at Robert who met his gaze with defiance.