The yell died into a whisper which could not have been heard ten feet.
I shall not repeat Mr.Jones's words.

They were frightfully profane.

But he did not stop at words.

He swept his whip round and gave little Shocky one terrible cut.

Then the voice was released, and the piercing cry of pain brought Bud down the path flying.
"You good-for-nothing scoundrel," growled Bud, "you're a coward and a thief to be a-beatin' a little creetur like him!" and with that Bud walked up on Jones, who prudently changed position in such a way as to get the upper side of the hill.
"Well, I'll gin you the upper side, but come on," cried Bud, "ef you a'n't afeared to fight somebody besides a poor little sickly baby or a crippled soldier.