"You sneakin' skunk, you, I'll larn ye to eat my apples!" He snatched at the apple, and was too successful; for before he reached it I opened my hand in obedience to his onslaught; and the apple rolled in the manure and litter of the stable, and was soiled and befouled.
"Throwin' my apple in the manure, will yeh!" he yelled.

"I'll larn ye! Pick that apple up!" I reached for it with trembling hand, and held it out to him.
"It ain't fit for anything but the hogs!" he yelled.

"Eat it, hog!" I looked at the filthy thing, and raised my hand to my mouth; but before I touched it with my lips a great change came over me.

I trembled still more, now; but it was not with fear.

I suddenly felt that if I could kill Ace, I would be willing to die.