"_I_ never give up till I am whipped.

If it hadn't been for my lame hand, I would have knocked some of those fellows into cocked hats.

I'll fix that Frank Nelson, the next time I catch him." "Why didn't you do it to-night ?" inquired one of the boys, sneeringly.
"I've got a lame hand, I tell you," roared the bully; "and I don't want you to speak to me in that way again; if you do, you and I will have a meeting." "That would be an unpleasant job for you, to say the least," said one of the boys; "the most of us are heartily sick of your company, and we have been talking, for two or three days, of sending in our resignations.

Now, boys," he continued, "this is as good an opportunity as we shall have; so those that won't have any thing more to do with Regulating, say 'I!'" "I! I!" burst from a score of throats.
"Now," he resumed, turning to Charles, "good-by; and, if you ever wish to recruit another company, you need not call on any of us." So saying, he walked off, followed by nearly all the Regulators; those who remained were Frank's enemies and rivals.
"Well, boys," said Charles, as soon as the others had gone, "there are a few of us left, and we can annoy the fellows who think they are too good to associate with us in the worst way.

Let us adjourn to our barn, where we can talk the matter over." A few moments' walk brought them to Mr.Morgan's house, and, when they entered the long carriage-way that led up to the barn, Charles said, "Now, boys, you stay here, and I'll go in and get a light." He ran into the house, and soon reappeared with a lantern in each hand, and led the way toward the barn.