Brutality isn't respectable here, my lad.

You'd better find your way within the rebel lines, and then perhaps you can gratify your propensity for whipping the helpless." "Some day I'll be revenged on you for this," said John, turning wrathfully upon Frank.

"Perhaps you think I don't mean it, but the day will come when you'll remember what I say." "I wish you no harm, John," said Frank composedly, "but I sha'n't stand by and see you beat a boy like Pomp." "No," said the farmer sternly; "and if ever I hear of your doing it, I'll horsewhip you till you beg for mercy.

Now go home, and carry your disgrace with you." Mr.Maynard spoke contemptuously, but with decision, and pointed up the road.
With smothered wrath John obeyed his order, because he saw that it would not be safe to refuse.
"I'll come up with him yet," he muttered to himself, as he walked quietly toward home.

"If he doesn't rue this day, my name isn't John Haynes." John did not see fit to make known the circumstances of his quarrel with Frank, feeling, justly, that neither his design nor the result would reflect any credit upon himself.