"You are master here, and we are bound to obey you, in certain things.

But you shan't keep my brother in an icy room all night, and on a supper of stale bread and cold water.

Such treatment would almost make a mule sick." "Rover, will you be silent, or must I get the cane ?" gasped Jasper Grinder, almost beside himself with rage.
"If you get your cane, sir, you won't hit me more than once with it." "Won't I?
We'll see who is master here." "My gracious! Is he really going to try to cane you, Dick!" exclaimed Tom.
"I suppose he is," was the cool answer.

"He is so angry he doesn't know what he is doing." Rushing from the classroom Jasper Grinder presently reappeared, carrying a cane which looked as if it might hurt a good deal, if vigorously applied.
Tom could not help but grin.

Dick was almost as tall as the school-teacher, and probably just as strong, and the idea of a caning appeared ridiculous in the extreme.
Caning was not allowed at Putnam Hall, but evidently Jasper Grinder meant to take matters in his own hands.
"Richard Rover, come up here," he thundered.
"What for, sir ?" "To receive the punishment you so richly deserve." "Mr.Grinder, you haven't any right to cane me.