Daft-eyes; he's as mad as mad can be." This repetition of the word mad conveyed meaning to Bonaparte's mind.

He left off paddling his toes in the water.
"Mad, mad?
I know that kind of mad," said Bonaparte, "and I know the thing to give for it.

The front end of a little horsewhip, the tip! Nice thing; takes it out," said Bonaparte.
The Hottentot laughed, and translated.
"No more walking about and talking to themselves on this farm now," said Bonaparte; "no more minding of sheep and reading of books at the same time.

The point of a horsewhip is a little thing, but I think he'll have a taste of it before long." Bonaparte rubbed his hands and looked pleasantly across his nose; and then the three laughed together grimly.
And Waldo in his cabin crouched in the dark in a corner, with his knees drawn up to his chin..