A moment the big man surveyed his trembling follower; then, taking a heavy quirt from his saddle, he said with a contemptuous sneer, "Well, why don't you get your drink ?" "I ain't thirsty, Nick," faltered the other.
"You ain't thirsty ?" mocked the man with a jeering laugh.

"You're lying, an' you know it.

Get down!" "Hones' to God, Nick, I don't want no drink," whimpered Joe, as his master toyed with the quirt suggestively.
"Get down, I tell you!" commanded the big man.
Joe obeyed, his thin form shaking with fear, and stood shrinking against his horse's side, his fearful eyes fixed on the man.
"Now, come here." "Don't, Nick; for God's sake! don't hit me.

I didn't mean no harm.

Let me off this time, won't you, Nick ?" "Come here.